Me: You’re such a classic beauty, Nell.
Nell: Most kind of you to say so.
Me: It’s no wonder wolves and lions are falling in love with you.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: You’re like Helen of Troy. ‘The face that launched a thousand ships.’
Nell: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Could we concentrate on our breakfast order, please?
Me: The usual bacon sandwich is fine for me, thank you.
Nell: No, it isn’t. David is on eggs and needs to be tested.
Me: A dippy egg then with soldiers on the side.
Nell: I think I’ll have a bacon omelette.
Me: That’s mean.
Nell: It has to be done. The last bacon omelette he made me had no bacon.
Me: I expect he forgot.
Nell: He ate it by mistake.
Me: The whole omelette?
Nell: No, just the bacon.
Me: Oh dear. Maybe you should order a plain omelette?
Nell: Nobody wants that on a Saturday.
Me: It would be much simpler.
Nell: The Cat has ordered a smoked salmon and scrambled eggs delivery.
Me: Delivery?
Nell: Yes, to the Big House. You know The Cat is never seen before 10am and always breakfasts in bed.
Me: I didn’t realise Poppy was offering deliveries.
Nell: She’s decided to give it a try.
Me: Is she covering all of Kingsbridge?
Nell: No, just the Big House, the Barn, the Nest and the Tree House.
Me: Has Dave got to deliver it too?
Nell: Of course not. The llamas will do that.
Me: I’m not sure that’s a good idea.
Nell: There’s nothing to worry about. They have special food containers strapped to their backs.
Me: But they’re always dancing, Nell. Especially in the mornings.
Nell: Lucky The Cat wants its eggs scrambled then.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
