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H

e was very excited. It wasn’t often that he was invited to the home of a famous cook for dinner. True, the instruction that “we’ll all be in our pyjamas” had been a bit unexpected, but not unexciting in itself. He’d seen the cook in her pyjamas, on her TV show, when she’d raid the fridge at midnight for trifle. His own, though, weren’t quite that nice. For one thing, they weren’t satin.

The food, though, was unexpected. The other guests, in their pyjamas, seemed confused, too.

“For a starter,” she said, “a delicacy!”