What a feast

Mrs jml is cutting up some figs and shortbread, while Molly looks on.

Trouble is, from Molly's point of view, this feast is for the birds; and she won't be getting her fair share (which is, of course, 100%).

The first time we knew that Molly liked figs was one morning after breakfast. An opened packet, just like this one, had been left on the table. All we found later, in the garden, were shreds of silver paper and Molly with a contented grin.