Thursday Thinking

Me: You spent an awful lot of time staring at the sky when we were down on the beach.

Nell: I like to do my thinking by the sea.

Me: There’s something almost spiritual about the way the sun shines through the dark clouds, isn’t there? Like someone is reaching out to you.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: Were you talking to Poppy?

Nell: No, I wasn’t. Poppy was busy. She usually talks to me in the mornings before training.

Me: Training?

Nell: Guardians don’t just sit around, you know.

Me: I didn’t.

Nell: Well, not when they’re Poppy.

Me: But we have her sword.

Nell: She’s practising the martial arts now. Swords aren’t needed.

Me: How is she?

Nell: Annoyed. She doesn’t like the idea of Stephen Seagull coming to tea.

Me: Nobody does. Is Dave making scones?

Nell: He’s given Poppy’s recipe to Herr Hoffmann. He says it’s in safer paws with him.

Me: But Poppy wanted Dave to learn how to make her scones.

Nell: I know but they are still far too heavy.

Me: I think a heavy scone is just what Stephen Seagull deserves.

Nell: You might have a point there.

Me: Might I?

Nell: Yes, Maybe David should be the one making the scones.

Me: He could put salt in the jam, instead of sugar, and serve them with sour cream.

Nell: Hold on a moment, please. We are talking about afternoon tea here. Some things cannot be changed.

Me: It was just an idea.

Nell: Although we could make him his own tea, I suppose. On a separate plate.

Me: Brilliant. With soggy sandwiches and stale cake.

Nell: Poppy’s going to love this idea.

Me: Could I tell her?

Nell: She already knows. She’s watching over you all the time.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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