Me: I don’t think Dave’s the only one full of love and affection for Tony.
Nell: Tony is a friend to us all.
Me: I saw the way you were with him.
Nell: I enjoy his company.
Me: Giving him kisses just like Dave.
Nell: I’m not like David at all. He goes completely wild when Tony arrives.
Me: You’re getting softer in your old age.
Nell: Have you tried one of Herr Hoffmann’s pancakes?
Me: You’re changing the subject.
Nell: He’s made Canadian ones in honour of Rupert.
Me: I know you can hear me.
Nell: Soft and fluffy.
Me: Just like you.
Nell: Served with crispy bacon and maple syrup.
Me: I like to keep them separate.
Nell: David is the same. He always asks for extra bacon on the side.
Me: That’s just a clever way of getting more. He eats everything.
Nell: Not necessarily in one mouthful. David has a discerning palate. I’ve told you that before.
Me: Are you still writing his Dine with David column?
Nell: Now, it’s raining again, so I’m advising wellington boots.
Me: You’re evading my question.
Nell: The llamas left their boots by the door. Be careful you don’t fall over them.
Me: Are the llamas here?
Nell: They’re in the kitchen. You can’t serve pancakes without including the llamas. Whatever next?
Me: Did the Beefies get some pancakes, too?
Nell: Yes. Herr Hoffmann makes them stand in line and feeds them separately.
Me: Why?
Nell: To avoid food fights. They’re very badly behaved.
Me: I know.
Nell: But not anymore. They wait patiently and even wipe their beaks afterwards.
Me: On their feathers?
Nell: No. On their napkins.
Me: The Beefies have napkins?
Nell: Everyone has a napkin.
Me: I don’t.
Nell: Well, fetch one quickly.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
