"And it is not evening," said Else.
"It is precisely 1:12 post mayhem or...what is it called?" said Sir Tripod.
"I think it's called 'muffins"..."Post muffins'..." said Opie.
I retreated to the feed room to do spring cleaning. They continued on as I shut the door behind me, arguing back and forth.
"It's 'meridian', guys, 'Post Meridian'," I yelled through the door.
Silence. Cud chewing.
"I like 'muffins' better," Opie said under his breath.