Horace: dismounts and starts preparing a fire.
Halt: "we do not stop until nightfall."
Horace: "What about breakfast?"
Halt: "You've already had it."
Horace: "we've had one, yes. But about second breakfast?"
Will: "I don't think he knows about second breakfast."
Horace: " what about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?"
Will: " I wouldn't count on it."