Bagels, or Scones?

Me: Do you know what?

Nell: No, but I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.

Me: Sometimes I have difficulty telling you and Dave apart.

Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. Last time you said Boo and I were like twins.

Me: You are. But when you and Dave sleep with your heads between your paws you look just like each other.

Nell: You’re very bright today.

Me: Yes. I’ve just seen something rather wonderful.

Nell: If you’re talking about the llamas’ new sequinned raincoats, then don’t bother. I’ve seen them.

Me: I wasn’t, actually, although they do liven up a rather grey and rainy morning.

Nell: I’ve told The Cat that they should be wearing nice warm anoraks. Raincoats are not enough. They’re only wearing pyjamas underneath.

Me: They have warm furry coats underneath their pyjamas, though, Nell. Don’t forget that.

Nell: Their fleeces are quite substantial, I suppose.

Me: Anyway, what I wanted to tell you was that Babycakes Gillespie is outside with his bagel cart.

Nell: I’m not hungry. I had a large breakfast.

Me: No. He was there with John the Doberman and there’s a big sign on his cart.

Nell: Saying what?

Me: ‘Babycakes Bagels, sponsored by Starbarks.’

Nell: What does that mean?

Me: Babycakes has gone into business with John. He’s selling Starbarks drinks with his bagels and John is selling bagels at Starbarks.

Nell: That’s actually a very good idea.

Me: Yes. Maybe Babycakes will leave his gangster life behind now and become an honest pug.

Nell: There’s just one problem.

Me: What’s that?

Nell: Poppy. She is John’s supplier.

Me: True. I can’t see her bowing to a bagel.

Nell: If anyone is going to bow to anything, it will only ever be to one of Poppy’s scones.

Me: Of course. Sorry.

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