Nell: You’re not going to believe this.
Me: I just might.
Nell: Dave didn’t eat his breakfast. Poppy was so shocked she decided not to go to boxing training and is downstairs now in the living room watching over him.
Me: I didn’t know Poppy was a Boxer. I thought she was a Maltese/Yorkie cross. See what I did there?
Nell: Superflyweight Devon champion three years in a row. Do keep up.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: But we were discussing David.
Me: Yes. I can’t believe he didn’t have any breakfast.
Nell: The poor animal is completely exhausted.
Me: It was the Book Club yesterday. You shouldn’t have made him read.
Nell: Nonsense. David loves talking about food.
Me: But all those questions. I mean, how much bacon goes in a sandwich depends on how hungry you are as well as the kind of bread you choose.
Nell: Enough about bacon. David is simply wearing too many hats at the moment.
Me: I think a top hat suits him and a wide brimmed hat is wise in the sun.
Nell: I’m talking figuratively not literally. David has too many responsibilities.
Me: Does he?
Nell: Yes. Bestselling author, CCO…
Me: Don’t you mean CEO?
Nell: No. Chief Cuddling Officer. Not to mention training as a sous chef and last, but definitely not least, being the Mayor of Kingsbridge.
Me: Except he isn’t actually the mayor.
Nell: It’s no wonder the poor animal is burnt out.
Me: That’s a little dramatic. He’s probably just tired. He’ll be fine after a sleep.
Nell: How do you feel about the Stuffed Tiger?
Me: I beg your pardon?
Nell: Beaumarchais. Could you cuddle him instead of David?
Me: It wouldn’t be the same.
Nell: I know but you’d be doing it for David.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
