Me: It’s hard to believe Harriet is an international spy, isn’t it? Look at her sweet innocent face.
Nell: International?
Me: She’s been to France.
Nell: Have you ever been to Italy?
Me: Yes. Lots of times. I love it there. Why?
Nell: Someone mentioned Sicily. Have you ever been there?
Me: No. Did that someone have a mane, by any chance?
Nell: I haven’t talked to any horses recently.
Me: A lion’s mane.
Nell: I haven’t seen Mrs King, or Roary either.
Me: I’m talking about Lionel King.
Nell: It wasn’t Lionel.
Me: But you went for a drink with him.
Nell: I did.
Me: Who was it then? Stanley?
Nell: Yes. Stanley was telling me how Italian food varies depending on the region.
Me: I see.
Nell: He’s thinking of making us some Arancini.
Me: Rice balls? Kev loves those.
Nell: Good.
Me: Where did he tell you all this?
Nell: At the pub. He was there with Lionel.
Me: And Sponge Finger?
Nell: The rook isn’t Savoiardi. He’s just a friend.
Me: But he was there?
Nell: Yes, he’s thinking of starting an Italian conversation class.
Me: Is he now?
Nell: Yes. There’s a French conversation class at the pub twice a week already.
Me: Is there now?
Nell: Stop saying ‘now’ like that with your head on one side.
Me: Does Knitwear Wolf know?
Nell: Know what?
Me: That you’re learning Italian from the Mafia?
Nell: They’re not the Mafia. They’re just friends.
Me: Does he know?
Nell: Rupert knows I joined them for a drink.
Me: Was he happy about it?
Nell: I wouldn’t say he was happy exactly.
Me: I bet.
Nell: He’s fine.
Me: Where is he then? He’s usually here by now.
Nell: He’s probably just delayed.
Me: Or not coming. Sorry.
