Me: Happy Howl-oween Nell.
Nell: I see you’ve started already. Why aren’t you wearing your hat?
Me: I’ll put it on later. Yours is rather impressive.
Nell: Not too much?
Me: Never. Go big or gourd home is my motto.
Nell: Give me strength.
Me: Look at my Big Brave Beautiful Boy in his feathered hat. Isn’t he looking absolutely gourd-geous?
Nell: Good grief.
Me: And Harriet’s hat is quite eerie-sistible.
Nell: You simply can’t stop doing this, can you?
Me: Are all these Halloween puns driving you batty?
Nell: You could say that.
Me: I’m way ahead of the carve today.
Nell: Just stop.
Me: I will soon.
Nell; Thank goodness for that. It’s bad enough trying to get around the house in a huge tasseled sombrero.
Me: Gourd to see Herr Hoffmann is joining in.
Nell: That’s his normal chef’s hat.
Me: Oh, fangs for pointing that out.
Nell: I give up.
Me: You know me. Pumpkin out puns like it’s nobody’s business.
Nell: Somebody bring me a cup of Earl Grey, please.
Me: I suppose tea is better than boos. See what I did there?
Nell: Are you ever going to stop?
Me: It’s only once a year, Nell.
Nell: I know but it’s impossible to have a decent conversation with you. I’m leaving.
Me: Don’t go. Halloween’s not the same if I can’t be witch you.
Nell: Here we go again.
Me: I’ll stop now.
Nell: I’ll stay if you let me drink my tea in peace.
Me: I will.
Me: But be scareful. It might be quite hot.
Nell: What did you just say?
Me: Nothing. How do you take your tea, by the way?
Nell: With lemon.
Me: Not scream and sugar?
Nell: You can’t help yourself, can you?
Me: No. Sorry.