D: It’s over?

A: Well, my part in Claude’s story is over.

D: Well, I suppose. . .

A: No.

D: What?!

A: I am not getting you a pocket pet.

D: Can I get a baying wolfhound then?

A: No!

D: A, everyone knows a boy needs a dog. If not for me, then do it for TC.

A: He’s a cat man.

D: He looks good in pictures, but that child is weird.

A: No black cats for your Druid grove?

D: That is a vicious lie – cats preferred the lochs to the grove, A.

A: And this from the man who was disturbed that it was 6/6/13 under a dark moon.

D: We all have our foibles. Now are you going to shush and let people read the conclusion to Claude?

A: Me? (Sigh) Yes, go, read! (Bloody Scot).

D: (Pict).

A: (Whatever).