Me: Harriet never stays anywhere for very long, does she?
Nell: Excuse me?
Me: The minute you say hello, it’s already goodbye.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: Harriet’s always running to and fro.
Nell: Chocolates are famously crazy.
Me: Harriet isn’t crazy. She’s just a lively sort of animal.
Nell: She has her moments.
Me: I wonder why you and Dave aren’t called Licorice Labs? Nigel could be a Honey Lab.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: But seriously, why is it only the brown labs who get the special name?
Nell: Have you quite finished?
Me: It’s a legitimate question.
Nell: Moving on, David’s been asked by Sally to keep a low profile.
Me: Is that why he’s wearing dark glasses and a moustache?
Nell: Good grief. I told him to take them off.
Me: I think he looks rather sweet.
Nell: He’ll be wearing that long black wig next.
Me: I think The Cat gave it back to Romeo.
Nell: I have no idea why a seagull would think wearing a long black wig would make it more attractive.
Me: He ties it back in a pony tail.
Nell: It’s ridiculous.
Me: His name is Romeo. He can’t just be an ordinary seagull.
Nell: I found him serenading the llamas the other day.
Me: I bet they loved that.
Nell: They cartwheeled into several sheep and a visiting spaniel.
Me: Oh dear. You don’t think Dave really is in danger, do you?
Nell: Sally says things should have calmed down in a few days.
Me: Good.
Nell: Claudette Corbeau is back with NOIR so Sally will know what’s going on there.
Me: Claudette should be able to calm some ruffled feathers. See what I did there?
Nell: Very droll. Let’s just hope she can.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
