"Good morning, Nudibranc. Did you sleep well?"

"I slept like always."

"Ange and I are going to go to this concert down at The Abyss tomorrow night. Did you want to come, or stay here?"

"Stay here. Who is it?"

"The concert?"

"Yes."

"The Squid Trumpets."

"That's a silly name. How does a squid hold a trumpet?"

"It's just a name. And Ange loves them."

"Good for Ange."

"Are we almost out of milk?"

"Does it look like it?" I wave around the glass milk bottle and rubber-sipping-lid.

"Is that the last bottle?"

"I didn't check the cupboard. I just grabbed this one."

"Okay we're running low on fish and rice so I was just checking."

"Okay."