Me: Look at darling Harriet. What a beauty she is.
Nell: Did you go with Rupert on The Popsicle Run?
Me: You would never think she was a spy.
Nell: You’re not answering my question.
Me: Harriet is the picture of innocence when in reality she’s fierce and cunning.
Nell: Aren’t you confusing her with Poppy?
Me: She’s been watching the Bus Stop for hours now so I know something’s going down.
Nell: It’ll be the bus to Kingsbridge
Me: No. There’s trouble brewing.
Nell: You’re in a lot of trouble if you went on The Popsicle Run with Rupert.
Me: Maybe that Italian rook, Sponge Finger, is meeting his friends?
Nell: You should know.
Me: We were helping dehydrated seagulls, Nell. Not only Beefies. And they were terribly thankful.
Nell: I bet they were.
Me: One of them offered me a fish finger.
Nell: I hope you didn’t eat it.
Me: No, I said I’d take it home and eat it later.
Nell: Why did you say that?
Me: Because it was a thoughtful present.
Nell: I don’t believe it.
Me: It didn’t look like the usual kind of fish finger.
Nell: I bet it didn’t.
Me: No breadcrumbs. It was more like a piece of fish.
Nell: What did you do with it?
Me: I took it home.
Nell: You did what?
Me: Don’t worry. I didn’t eat it.
Nell: Thank goodness for that.
Me: Dave did.
Nell: What?
Me: I was going to give it to Manuel to use in his paella.
Nell: Why?
Me: He’s from Barcelona, Nell.
Nell: Why give it to anyone?
Me: I didn’t. Dave took it before I could.
Nell: And how’s David today?
Me: Not himself. We think it was something he ate.
Nell: I wonder what.
Me: Oh dear. Sorry.
