"Izzat ... chips? With cheese on?" There was undisguised delight in his voice as Childermass reached for one eagerly. "Cor, you keep showin' me the best bloody things."

He followed his friend's lead, and made a low sound of appreciation. Not for the first time, he was glad that his changes had not diminished his abillity to eat and digest normal food.

"Gettin' used to bein' dead," he said with a little amused roll of his eyes. "Y'know, it's a curious thing. I can still eat - obviously. Still do all manner of things. But I 'ave to make sure I drink. Most things, before, but fer food, it can be not long after, too. Like keepin' oil in a lamp... if I don't 'ave enough in my body, nothin' works."