Me: What’s Dave doing out there? He’s been staring at something for ages.
Nell; It’s just Walter Pigeon. They’re playing Cowardy Custard.
Me: They’re ever so focussed.
Nell: Yes, once they start they can play for hours.
Me: I’ve never seen Dave concentrate so hard.
Nell: David is the Cowardy Custard Champion. He has a lot to lose.
Me: How do you play?
Nell: It’s the first one to move.
Me: Lucky there are no bacon sandwiches around then.
Nell: Talking of sandwiches, Poppy says you can have tuna if you want. She is casting all her former misgivings to the wind and going wild.
Me: I wouldn’t call tuna sandwiches wild.
Nell: They are in Poppy’s eyes. Some of the sandwiches are even going to be toasted.
Me: Goodness me.
Nell: Kev happened to mention he loves a toasted cheese sandwich and Poppy immediately added them to the menu.
Me: That is wild.
Nell: Indeed, and I have told her we might need to serve them with a warning.
Me: I’m sure everyone knows how to use a napkin.
Nell: Why bring napkins into this? A warning about the risk of mouth burning. Melted cheese is very hot.
Me: It is, especially with tomatoes.
Nell: Who mentioned tomatoes?
Me: They’re lovely in a cheese toastie.
Nell: Don’t say toastie, please, and nobody wants that salady stuff. Limp lettuce has ruined many a good sandwich.
Me: I like it.
Nell: You do realise you can only be an observer at afternoon tea, don’t you?
Me: Do you mean I’m not getting anything to eat?
Nell: Of course you will eat but do it quietly.
Me: I’m not a noisy eater.
Nell: I mean don’t interact with the guests. You have a dreadful tendency to over share.
Me: I see. Sorry.