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.
