Me: That was a lovely walk.
Nell: Yes, most enjoyable.
Me: The sea air always does us good.
Nell: The Beefy Bacon Bap van is still here.
Me: I know.
Nell: And look at all those people queuing.
Me: Do you prefer red, or brown sauce on your bacon bap?
Nell: Brown, but that’s not the point.
Me: A bacon bap is exactly what you need after a walk on the beach.
Nell: Don’t even suggest such a thing
Me: Just saying.
Nell: Well, don’t. You’re not helping.
Me: Lionel is still here, too. Frying away in a jaunty hat and an apron with a seagull on it. Bad lion.
Nell: There has to be a valid reason for him to behave like this.
Me: Yes. Badness. Herr Hoffmann is terribly upset.
Nell: We all are. David lives for bacon.
Me: Herr Hoffmann is sad about Lionel, but Dave will be suffering from bacon withdrawal. Poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: And it doesn’t help that the whole of the beach car park is full of people and animals eating bacon baps.
Me: Some people don’t know a bap is a bread roll.
Nell: They’re still eating them.
Me: No. I meant it isn’t called a bap everywhere.
Nell: That Cavalier King Charles Spaniel has eaten two since we got here.
Me: It’s probably hungry. I know I am.
Nell: Is that Irish Wolfhound carrying a bacon baguette?
Me: Maybe the Beefies are branching out?
Nell: Baguettes are French.
Me: I know.
Nell: NOIR is based in France.
Me: The Notorious Organisation of International Rooks?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Do you think they’re involved?
Nell: They usually are.
Me: Maybe this is one of the leads Sally was talking about?
Nell: Sally never talks about anything. We surmise.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
