Pancakes and Glasses

Me: You and Dave were deep in conversation down on the beach. What was all that about?

Nell: Never you mind. Nosey barker.

Me: Harriet was hardly ever out of the water. I hope she isn’t too tired.

Nell: Harriet lives for the sea. You know that.

Me: I felt like you were all on your guard today, though.

Nell: Did you?

Me: Yes. Poppy was particularly alert.

Nell: She always is in large spaces.

Me: I’ve noticed she keeps close to Dave.

Nell: David is her bodyguard.

Me: Shouldn’t he keep close to her?

Nell: It works both ways.

Me: No, it doesn’t. You don’t see celebrities running after their bodyguards.

Nell: Just because you don’t see something doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

Me: I suppose so.

Nell: You didn’t see Manuel making the morning pancakes but you’re eating one now.

Me: That isn’t even vaguely the same thing.

Nell: And enjoying it.

Me: Of course I am. Manuel makes the best pancakes.

Nell: It’s all in the tentacles. His pizzas are excellent too.

Me: Some people like theirs with Nutella but I’m a lemon and sugar fan myself.

Nell: On a pizza? That’s disgusting.

Me: No, pancake. I’m not eating pizza for breakfast.

Nell: Some people do.

Me: Only when it’s leftover from the night before.

Nell: Don’t forget your hair appointment this afternoon.

Me: I won’t.

Nell: We need you to look your best.

Me: Why?

Nell: You never know who’s coming to dinner. Now, have you seen my reading glasses?

Me: No. Have you checked in your handbag?

Nell: Yes. No sign of them.

Me: Maybe Princess can lend you hers. She has a pair exactly the same.

Nell: She does not. Where is that wretched seal? She’s taken my glasses again.

Me: Oh dear. Sorry.

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