Me: This is just a hunch, but could it be that you and Dave partied a little too much yesterday?
Nell: Keep your voice down. Some of us are still trying to sleep.
Me: Dave can hardly keep his eyes open.
Nell: Leave him alone.
Me: Can dogs have headaches?
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Only Dave looks like he might have one.
Nell: Yes, and it’s you.
Me: That’s not very nice, Nell.
Nell: David needs a quiet day, and so do I.
Me: I’ll try and speak softly.
Nell: Thank you.
Me: So many people wished you a Happy Birthday. Wasn’t that kind of them?
Nell: Very.
Me: I’m glad you decided to have a quick bounce with Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: On the bouncy castle.
Nell: It was the champagne talking, to be honest. I don’t know what I was thinking.
Me: You had fun and that’s all that matters.
Nell: Do you think you could ask Herr Hoffmann for a freshly baked roll?
Me: Of course.
Nell: With a little farmhouse butter?
Me: Yes.
Nell: And perhaps a lightly boiled egg on the side?
Me: Anything else?
Nell: Only a pot of Earl Grey and the Daily Growl if Rupert’s delivered the papers.
Me: I don’t think a wolf of his age and standing should be working as a paper boy.
Nell: Rupert’s not a paper boy. He merely collects our newspaper in the morning.
Me: Oh, I see. I thought he was taking them to everyone.
Nell: He might take a few things to the sick and needy. You know what he’s like.
Me: Well, you certainly fit into that category this morning.
Nell: Could you take a cup of tea and an egg to David too then, please?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
