Me: Harriet never stays long, does she?
Nell: No, but she always comes when we call her.
Me: Yes, she does. Bless her.
Nell: David doesn’t.
Me: No. He can be a little bit stubborn. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Henry and Horst told me Stephen Seagull tried to gatecrash the Tuesday night poker game, by the way?
Me: The one with Beauregard and the Big Cats?
Nell: Obviously.
Me: Did he succeed?
Nell: Certainly not. It’s invitation only.
Me: Do you think I might be invited to the next Tuesday night poker game with Beauregard and the Big Cats?
Nell: No. You just love saying Beauregard and the Big Cats and you don’t know how to play poker.
Me: But I’d love to learn.
Nell: It’s a serious game. You need a poker face to play like Henry and Horst.
Me: I could have a poker face.
Nell: You could not. You’re dreadful at controlling your emotions.
Me: I could wear my all-encasing hat.
Nell: Stop right now. You’re not going.
Me: Alright Bossy-Boots. No need to shout. You can’t play poker either.
Nell: I most definitely can. I used to enjoy a game with Poppy and Mutley.
Me: I bet they’re still playing up there with the other Guardians.
Nell: I think they enjoy the odd game.
Me: The Stuffed Tiger would make a great poker player. It never gives anything away.
Nell: Don’t get me started on that wretched animal.
Me: I bet it’s a regular at the poker table.
Nell: You’re probably right.
Me: I’m only joking, Nell. It’s on top of the chest of drawers and it’s stuffed.
Nell: Why did it take Nigel’s ball?
Me: Someone put it up there.
Nell: That’s exactly what it wants you to believe.
Me: I do. Sorry.
