On the balcony, eating a snack of fresh tomatoes and soft mozzarella cheese.
J- ‘Mmmm. Man, there is something special about tomatoes and mozzarella. This will be even better when our own tomatoes come up from the garden.’
N- ‘Fresh basil would be nice on this too, we should grow some again this year.’
J- ‘Oh my God- what if we could grow our own cheese?’
N- ‘We can… but we need-‘
J- ‘a cow, or a goat-‘
N- ‘or a sheep.’
J- ‘Or a lactating mum.’
Neil looks a bit disgusted.
J- ‘Oh come on. You know there’s some eccentric rich fucker in Russia that eats human breast milk cheese on his salads. You know it’s got to be true.’