Me: You’re priceless sometimes. You really are.
Nell: I like to think I’m valued all the time but when was this exactly?
Me: When Kev was telling me about the work he’s been doing on the front garden and you started grumbling away next to him.
Nell: He went on too long.
Me: No, he didn’t.
Nell: And he was sitting on the arm of the sofa and not next to me stroking my head.
Me: You didn’t need to continuously grumble under your breath like that.
Nell: Somebody had to tell him.
Me: He completely lost his train of thought.
Nell: Yes I know, it works every time.
Me: Everything can’t always be about you.
Nell: Why not?
Me: Never mind. Is there any news on the pop-up?
Nell: Rumour has it that the Beefies are involved.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: We knew they were diversifying after the strange deliveries.
Me: What makes you think they’re behind it all?
Nell: Several things. The first one being the name.
Me: What is it?
Nell: The Saucy Seagull.
Me: That’s a good name for a beach pop-up bar.
Nell: Yes, it is.
Me: And the second?
Nell: Sandy.
Me: Sandy? It’s on a beach, Nell. There’s bound to be sand.
Nell: No. Sandy Shore. You must have heard her music. She was quite famous for a while.
Me: Puppet on a String?
Nell: No. She’s a real bird.
Me: Does she like to sing barefoot?
Nell: Of course she does. She’s a seagull not a horse.
Me: Yes, silly of me.
Nell: Anyway, she’s running the place.
Me: Is she?
Nell: With her partner.
Me: Do you mean C Shore? See what I did there?
Nell: No. Stephen Seagull.
Me: The evil head of the Beefies?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
