Me: Look at Harriet. She’s actually smiling in her sleep. Bless her. She’s happy everyone’s home.
Nell: It’s been quite an eventful time.
Me: You can say that again.
Nell: Why on earth would I do that?
Me: Never mind. As for my Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Upside down showing his dog tooth.
Nell: Not the most flattering angle.
Me: It’s adorable.
Nell: If you say so.
Me: I must say waking to the smell of fresh bread does make Monday a little easier.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann is on fine form.
Me: The Sunday roast was delicious.
Nell: He had Poppy’s recipe book to guide him.
Me: How is Knitwear Wolf?
Nell: Tired but relieved it’s all over.
Me: Do you think NOIR will leave us alone now?
Nell: I hope so.
Me: What about Lionel?
Nell: He’s going to have to lie low for a while.
Me: Why did he get involved with NOIR in the first place? He’s not even a rook.
Nell: I’m afraid Lionel can be rather foolish at times.
Me: He behaved extremely badly.
Nell: Yes, but when it came down to it he did The Right Thing.
Me: Doing The Right Thing doesn’t excuse all the times he did The Wrong Thing.
Nell: No, it doesn’t.
Me: He was a very bad lion.
Nell: And now he’s paying for it.
Me: I don’t think hiding away in a luxury hotel on a beautiful island is exactly paying for it.
Nell: We don’t know he’s gone to Burgh Island.
Me: I bet he has.
Nell: Anyway, enough talk of Lionel. Has anything exciting happened in my absence?
Me: You mean apart from a major rescue operation?
Nell: Yes.
Me: The llamas are getting very good at coming upstairs.
Nell: You didn’t.
Me: I did. Sorry.
