Barnaby sighed. He knew Dick wouldn't leave until he had secured a portion of the prize. With the resigned air of a man paying a tax he didn't owe, Barnaby pulled the sandwich apart. He tore a generous corner off the left side and handed it over.
Dick popped the morsel into his mouth, chewed with theatrical appreciation, and nodded. "Needs more butter, but it'll do. Cheers, Barnaby." dick in the butty
Barnaby gripped his sandwich tighter. "It’s my lunch, Dick. Go get your own from the bakery." Barnaby sighed
"Bakery’s closed," Dick lied effortlessly. "Power’s out. Only thing left in the village is what’s already between two slices of bread. And that butty looks like it could feed a small crew." He tore a generous corner off the left
"There," Barnaby said. "A piece of the butty for Dick. Now, will you let a man eat in peace?"