You’re Priceless

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.

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