Me: Was Dave giving you a kiss?

Nell: Yes. He wants me to feel loved.

Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. So caring.

Nell: I don’t need to feel loved when I’ve just popped into the garden for a quiet moment.

Me: No. I don’t expect you do.

Nell: Why are you staring out of the window like that. Is it those llamas again? They keep turning up in their pyjamas expecting to be fed.

Me: Well, today is their day then.

Nell: Why?

Me: Because everyone is out there eating bagels.

Nell: Bagels?

Me: Yes. I suspect smoked salmon and cream cheese might be involved as The Cat is enjoying one, too, and you know how fussy it is.

Nell: I’m rather surprised at Poppy. I never knew she liked bagels.

Me: I’m not sure she does, especially when they’re from Babycakes Gillespie.

Nell: Excuse me?

Me: Didn’t I say? He’s got a sort of trolley thing with Babycakes Bagels on the side.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Yes. I’m quite tempted to go down and try one. What about you?

Nell: Certainly not.

Me: They look lovely and fresh.

Nell: That’s not the point.

Me: Oh dear. Poppy has come outside. She doesn’t look happy.

Nell: Is she carrying her sword?

Me: Yes, but no armour. Babycakes has noticed her and he’s smiling.

Nell: I wish he wouldn’t do that.

Me: He’s shouting something like ‘Try a Babycakes Bagel, Baby.’ You didn’t tell me he was American.

Nell: Never mind that. What is Poppy doing?

Me: Babycakes is throwing bagels and Poppy is catching them on her sword and throwing them back.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Dave has caught three. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Poppy was having fun.

Nell: Fun?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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