(comfortably) Which of you was playing the dead march? (to Zoe) You?
cat's rambles through the
slag.1| The cat's rambles
(suddenly runs back to the table, to |1take grab1| chocolate, to Kitty). Easy all. |1Who's making love to my sweeties.1| What yours is mine & what's mine is my own. (Kitty, disconcerted, takes the silver paper and coats her teeth with it, grinning)