Me: I’ll admit that yesterday’s lunch was extremely delicious and Lionel King has a flair for cooking, but have you seen who’s in the kitchen today?
Nell: Calm down, please.
Me: Stephen Seagull? The evil head of the wicked gang of seagulls called the Beefies?
Nell: I know who he is.
Me: Walking around in a chef’s hat?
Nell: Poppy insists on hats in the kitchen.
Me: Why would anyone want to eat his food?
Nell: You need to keep an open mind.
Me: And can he even cook?
Nell: Of course he can. Miss Penny Lane has been over to his for dinner several times.
Me: Over to his?
Nell: I’m quoting Penny. She asked me if we would give him a try.
Me: I’m worried about you. I understand the Lionel King thing, as you’ve always had a soft spot for him.
Nell: He’s an excellent cook. Admit it.
Me: He’s surprisingly good and Malcolm and Manuel said he was a pleasure to work with.
Nell: There you are.
Me: But Stephen Seagull? I mean look at the bird. Everything about him shouts mean.
Nell: You should taste his seafood linguine before you make any decisions.
Me: I’m not touching his linguine.
Nell: It’s your favourite.
Me: Goodness only knows where he found the seafood. In a bin, probably.
Nell: It’s freshly caught today.
Me: If you tell me Knitwear Wolf says we should give him a chance I won’t believe you.
Nell: It was Penny Lane and Susan. He’s her biological father, you know.
Me: I know.
Nell: Besides, you owe me.
Me: I do?
Nell: Yesterday was National Labrador Day and you forgot.
Me: Yes, I did.
Nell: Well, then. Time to give Stephen’s Seafood Linguine a try. You might actually like it.
Me: Okay. Sorry.
