Gallimaufry

"Not many left," he said with a frown.

"Well whadja expec'?" the man with the eye patch asked gruffly. "Come this late, yer boun' to get slim pickin's."

"Slim?" the other man echoed. "Downright emaciated, more like."

The man with the eye patch snorted. "Yer problem, lad. Not mine."

The first man sighed because he couldn't argue, and he continued to examine the stock. "There's almost nothing here I can even use."

"Will ya be wantin' some cheese with that wine, sir?"

The first man glared but -- wisely -- held his tongue.