No?

Pig was moved to his seat and he pulled his knees up, confusion flickering on his face. He brought a cold hand to his lips, pensive, before suddenly swiveling to face the other.

"It's the same," he sounded surprised. "Piggy right like--same all round, yeah? Not soft but same."

He nodded slowly. "Same, same, same...Jesus, Tilly." Short laughter, and despite being told no, Pig was laughing. It was a slightly dangerous laugh, however--a tone not quite there before.

"Fucking same."