Me: Your eyes are like pools of wisdom.
Nell: Most kind.
Me: I could gaze into them all day.
Nell: Please don’t.
Me: You know you’re my best friend, don’t you?
Nell: Yes.
Me: I can talk to you about anything.
Nell: And you do.
Me: I can share all my secrets and worries.
Nell: There is such a thing as oversharing.
Me: Not with you.
Nell: Are you sure?
Me: There’s nothing I can’t share with you.
Nell: Have you read the Daily Growl this morning?
Me: There you go again.
Nell: What?
Me: Changing the subject. Avoiding the issue.
Nell: What issue?
Me: We were talking about Sharing.
Nell: I remember,
Me: I do, and you don’t.
Nell: Nonsense.
Me: You’re a closed book, Nell.
Nell: I thought I was a pool of wisdom?
Me: Why won’t you share your thoughts with me?
Nell: Some of us prefer to keep things to ourselves.
Me: What are you thinking about right now?
Nell: Never you mind.
Me: Are you thinking about a certain handsome wolf in a conker-brown cardigan?
Nell: Don’t bring Rupert into this.
Me: You’re not swooning over that wretched lion, are you?
Nell: I’m not swooning over anyone.
Me: That’s a relief. What are you thinking about?
Nell: Sombreros.
Me: Sombreros?
Nell: Yes, we’re having a Mexican night and Gladys thought The Cat might have a few wide-brimmed hats in its Dressing-Up Box.
Me: So, all the time I’ve been baring my soul you’ve been thinking about hats?
Nell: Not all the time. I’ve also been considering the merits of soft or hard tacos.
Me: Really?
Nell: One provides a satisfying crunch but the other is more versatile.
Me: I like the soft ones.
Nell: Yes. You’ve shared that information with me. Several times.
Me: Sorry.
