Nell: If David and Gladys appears in crowns and cloaks just ignore them.
Me: Why?
Nell: They’ve becomes addicted to that series Game of Bones.
Me: I think you mean Thrones.
Nell: Anyway, David stole Poppy’s sword and my winter cloak with the faux fur trim so he is in trouble.
Me: I like that cloak.
Nell: Yes, it is both warm and elegant. Gladys is wearing The Cat’s purple pashmina and a very small crown.
Me: Where did they get the crowns?
Nell: Ron Gilbert. He is over here to help with our Thanksgiving re-enactment and he had a couple of crowns in his props basket. He would do anything for Gladys, of course.
Me: I hope he doesn’t end up fighting a duel with Count Bingo. You know how smitten Bingo is with her.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Pistols at dawn on Bantham beach. I can see it all. Smoking guns. A wounded Great Dane and a triumphant flamingo.
Nell: Why do you think Count Bingo would win?
Me: He is in the foreign legion and there is way more of Ron Gilbert to shoot.
Nell: You have a point there.
Me: My money is definitely on the flamingo.
Nell: Enough. We are supposed to be concentrating on pilgrims not pistols.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
