"Oh gosh." Mary resists the urge to squirm. "There's a passing resemblance, at best. He's too short!"

She sits next to Harry and decides to ignore John, in the same way the cat does.

"Sorry about him. He was in the Army and now he has no manners. That's chicken tikka masala. Um. There should be some pilau rice somewhere. And poppadoms." She starts rooting through the bags in earnest.