The Bear shambles in bringing makings for a yummy non-North-American breakfast thing. Centre-cut Wiltshire bacon (which is not like US streaky bacon, but not nearly as lean as Canadian bacon either), Kerrygold butter, long rolls, and an electric griddle. When the griddle is hot, he lays down rashers of bacon, splits and butters two rolls, and lays them face-down on the griddle. When the bacon is done and the rolls well toasted, he piles bacon into each bun, produces a bottle of brown sauce from his pocket, lightly douses one sandwich, then presents the other along with the bottle to J
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"Bacon butty? also, snuggles?"