โ โ ( puzzled - this must be some sort of dialect she wasnโt yet familiar with . her brow creased down the middle of her forehead , as if trying to decipher his meanings . . . nope, no use. ๐ง ) ahum โ grease, right - thatโs . . . oh ! are you asking about toast with butter ? โ
(he observed, below the rim of his hat, nursing that coffee with only a pitrance of his usual cream and sugar,) โbread n' grease. ใ คใ คbest cure for a hangover next to pickle juice or a bit a' hair o' th'dog...โ