Mrs Primsunday: Am I going back now? I was quite getting used to here.
Anorexia: Well, we shouldn't realy be in the same place at the same time. You're a figment
of my imagination after all.
Mrs Primsunday: Maybe you're a figment of mine.
Anorexia: Yes, anyway. It doesn't matter. You're wanted for Lady Mishap's wedding with
Lord Slimly.
Mrs Primsunday: Yes, I heard about that.
Anorexia: You're needed for the catering for the reception. No-one can do without your cakes.
Mrs Primsunday: Plump Avenue will probably be pleased.
Anorexia: Yes, you've played havoc with their diets haven't you?
Mrs Primsunday: Popularity is unpopular, what can I say?
Anorexia: Time to pass thru the page then.
Mrs Primsunday: Send my apologies to Doreen the Dogwalker then for my not having her
daily donut.
Anorexia: Will do that. Cheerio.
Mrs Primsunday: Yes, tally-ho!
Anorexia: Indeed.......Must contact Henry Harry and reverse the exchange. Think England's
calling me again.
Honeysugar: Back again.
Anorexia: Vaccuuming time again?
Honeysugar: Hoovering, more like.
Anorexia: I should have known you'd still be doing it at the point of my leaving.
Honeysugar: Oh, are you going back? We've only just met.
Anorexia: Yes, there's been an invasion of giant hailstones in England.
Honeysugar: Realy? I guess you need to get back to check if your house is alrite.
Anorexia: Yes, rather. But I think I need to drop in on my friend Flaxlawna.
Honeysugar: That's a name!
Anorexia: Yes, she's half fairy.
Honeysugar: Realy? I can't keep up with you Britishers.
Anorexia: Yes, it mite be time.
Honeysugar: To go home? You already said.
Anorexia: No I was thinking of the invasion from space.
Honeysugar: The hailstone invasion? You said that also.
Anorexia: Yes, yes, that IS more believable after all.