smallhobbit

“You won’t be in there at all,” Molly Hooper replied.  “You only cause chaos whenever I let you into the morgue, even when I don’t let you out of my sight.”

“Isn’t there something I could do to persuade you?  Buy you some of those pink and white coconut ice things?  I used to have a cousin who liked them.”

“Used to have?  What happened to her?”

“I don’t know.  She grew up.”

“How old was she when she liked coconut ice?”

“Seven?  We didn’t see much of her and her family after that.  I don’t know why.”

“No, I can’t imagine either.  And no, giving me coconut ice or any other sort of sweets which your seven-year-old cousin used to like won’t get you into the morgue.”

“Oh, I know.  You remember you were selling those teddy bear things your friend had made.  The ones filled with something smelly, lavender, no, jasmine.  What if I agreed to buy one of them?”

“All right, I suppose so.  She’s raising funds for charity so at least it will be in a good cause.  But don’t let me find that you’ve simply thrown the bear away at the first opportunity.”

“Agreed.  Just make sure it’s blue.”