Me: Why are you in the guest bedroom, Nell? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.
Nell: I needed some peace and quiet.
Me: Poppy is in her Palace and seems furious.
Nell: She’s definitely not talking to me.
Me: Is it about yesterday’s dance off?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Voting with Lionel King to send Knitwear Wolf and Myfanwy home was never going to be a popular decision.
Nell: I was not voting with Lionel King. I gave my vote to the most improved couple. Did you see how badly Myfanwy danced?
Me: I think she was scared of Lionel King.
Nell; And Manuel put his heart and soul into that Charleston. His tentacles were free and untangled and his musicality was admirable.
Me: But Rupert is the King of Ballroom.
Nell: I’m not judging the professionals. It is my job to be unbiased. Manuel was the better dancer on the night.
Me: Well, you’ve certainly made him happy. He’s downstairs flipping pancakes like there’s no tomorrow.
Nell: I’m glad.
Me: Knitwear Wolf will forgive you.
Nell: He already has. There was a note for me this morning with the newspapers.
Me: What did it say?
Nell: ‘You did the right thing, Nelly.’
Me: Nelly?
Nell: He calls me that sometimes.
Me: What a gentlemanly wolf he is.
Nell: Yes, but in the meantime that wretched lion is crowing all over the place.
Me: And so are the Beefies.
Nell: Poppy says I’m a turncoat and she may never bake me another scone again.
Me: She doesn’t mean it.
Nell: Sometimes doing right can feel awfully wrong.
Me: I know but the main thing is Knitwear Wolf understands.
Nell: Yes.
Me: And Manuel is the happiest octopus I’ve ever seen.
Nell: He’s the only octopus you’ve ever seen.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
