Huh. Sounds kinda like tulumba.'Cept uh, that's got syrup, not cinnamon.

( Sarissa, meanwhile, hitches herself up to sit on the bonnet, leaning back against the glass. For a few seconds she's silent. )

Not where I grew up. We had seas of sheep and grass and scrub. Vast oceans of dirt. ( There's a wry fondness to her tone. ) Melbourne's got St.Kilda but you're two minutes from stepping on a needle most of the time. Sydney has better beaches, but you'd have to go to Sydney.

( Gross tbh )