morning, noon
he said , taking her hand in both his own and holding it closely for a moment . `` Not a word . But we 're getting the drift of things -- slowly . I know you 've been here quite a while , and that morning , noon and night since the chasse-galere brought you down from the moon you 've had nothing to put your little teeth into but meat . Probably without salt , too . I saw how you wanted to throw yourself down on that pile of stuff on the floor . Let 's have breakfast ! ''