Lisa, still absent-minded, gave her the black-pudding and slices of saveloy.
I am very fond of black-pudding, but this was my third helping, and really I have had enough.
Then Lisa finished eating her black-pudding, and wiped her fingers on the edge of her apron.
Antonia's sharp little white teeth had long ago devoured Antonia's roll and black-pudding.
If you let them do as they like there will be no black-pudding for you.
"Well, Florent accepts," Lisa quietly remarked, taking another nibble at some black-pudding.
And that black-pudding's broken, I see—a fork's been stuck into it, I expect.