One of our banal conversations.
Husband: Babe, what do you feel like having for dinner?
Me: I dunno. Anything is fine, I guess.
Husband: Are you starving or not really hungry?
Me: What’s the word to describe when you’re not hungry but just want to munch on something small?
Husband: Moderately hungry? I don’t think there’s a word for that.
Me: Peckish. You know, like a chicken. It’s a nice word, peckish.
Husband: Yeah, sure.
