"Scott Lancer, don't you dare throw the rest of my rutabaga stew to the hogs!"
"Oh, was that your stew, Teresa? I saw it over there in the slop bucket...."
"Slop? Is that what you think it is?" the girl questioned in a tearful voice.
Contrite, the blond backed off. ""No, no, I love it. I could eat it everyday, but unfortunately it seems to be all gone."
"No, it's not," Teresa smirked. "There's plenty more in the ice house so since Murdoch and Johnny are away, you can have that for dinner every night until they return."
Scott turned green.