Me: Happy Halloween, Nell. Those hats are absolutely spooktacular.
Nell: I knew you were going to do this. You do it every year.
Me: Witch one is your favourite?
Nell: Actually, I think the purple is a little over the top but The Cat says it suits me.
Me: Dave looks magnificent. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. I wonder if he’d like a bagel with scream cheese?
Nell: Herr Hoffmann is making everyone an American breakfast of crispy bacon, fried eggs and pancakes.
Me: With maple syrup?
Nell: Of course.
Me: And hash browns?
Nell: Obviously.
Me: And unlimited coffee?
Nell: We don’t drink coffee.
Me: I always do when I’m in the US.
Nell: Well, you’re in Devon and you’re having tea like everyone else.
Me: Babycakes Gillespie won’t be having tea.
Nell: It’s his day. He can have what he wants.
Me: And neither will Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: True. Rupert prefers a cup of freshly ground coffee in the mornings.
Me: And The Cat doesn’t even show its face until it’s drunk at least two espressos.
Nell: You’re still having tea. Coffee doesn’t agree with you.
Me: Fine. I couldn’t scare less.
Nell: Very funny.
Me: It was just witch-ful thinking.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: I thought it was a gourd idea.
Nell: Please stop.
Me: Let’s find pumpkin else to talk about.
Nell: You do this to annoy me.
Me: Don’t fly off the handle.
Nell: Enough.
Me: If the broom fits.
Nell: Thank goodness this only happens once a year.
Me: Harriet looks boo-tiful, by the way. Simply eerie-sistible.
Nell: I’m ignoring you.
Me: Just creepin it real.
Nell: Have you quite finished?
Me: Just one more?
Nell: No.
Me: Okay. I suppose you can’t always get what you wand.
Nell: I give up.
Me: Sorry.
