Danny looked at her. “Such as? Garlic? Smoked paprika? Spinach might go well with sumac, I suppose. You said no butter.”
“I could swear it tastes of curry.”
“It does taste of something. But I didn’t add it. Jerk seasoning, perhaps?”
“No, it’s curry,” Alice said. “Vindaloo. There’s a hint of vinegar. It could be off.”
“Better not eat it,” Danny said. “Pity. I like spicy spinach. But we’ll need something – how about a burger?”
Defeated, Alice agreed. Discreetly, Danny winked at the cat, whose reward would be the chicken.