Me: It was absolutely beautiful down on the beach.

Nell: Yes, just what we all needed.

Me: You and Kev enjoyed the view as always and the others looked everywhere else but at the sea.

Nell: They aren’t interested in views.

Me: You’re right. Harriet is an action dog, Dave loves mooching and Poppy is battle ready.

Nell: Somebody has to be.

Me: I just wish Poppy would chill sometimes.

Nell: She only does that at home.

Me: Thank goodness she didn’t bring her sword.

Nell: Not yet but I’m afraid she has been in talks with The Cat about a belt and scabbard.

Me: Oh dear. Is that really necessary?

Nell: Now, there’s something I need to discuss with you.

Me: What have I done now?

Nell: Nothing. It is about Myfanwy and it is highly confidential.

Me: How exciting.

Nell: Rupert told me this in confidence.

Me: You’d better not tell me then.

Nell: Don’t worry. He knows I’m going to tell you. We both thought you needed a distraction.

Me: I do.

Nell: This doesn’t mean you can go telling everyone though. Or start looking at Myfanwy with a funny face.

Me: I don’t do funny faces.

Nell: Yes, you do. You screw up your eyes and purse your lips.

Me: Do I?

Nell: Yes. So don’t.

Me: I won’t. Tell me.

Nell: Myfanwy has found out that she is adopted.

Me: That’s not unusual, Nell. You’re all adopted. Kev and I adopted you.

Nell: I’m talking about her biological parents.

Me: Aren’t they Welsh corgis?

Nell: Yes, but not the ones she thought. Myfanwy is descended from royalty.

Me: That’s wonderful.

Nell: Not when your mother is Lady Anwen.

Me: Is that why she helped her escape?

Nell: Yes. Stop screwing up your eyes.

Me: Sorry.

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