‘A bit o’ somethin’ special.’ He smiled at Troy. The smile became a knowing grin. ‘The butcher’s a pal o’ mine. He’s seen me right this week. Should stretch to two.’
He tapped the side of his helmet, much as he might have tapped the side of his nose, as though sharing some vital secret with Troy.
‘I’m ok,’ said Troy, tapping the frozen arm.
‘Now you are jokin’,’ said Bonham.