“We’re kind of like angels, aren’t we?” asked Thalia.
“Aha!” Calliope whispered, “You’re brilliant! If anything can un-stick her…it’s a piece of vanilla frosted angel food. Now that she’s off and typing, I think we can dig in ourselves.”
“Fingers or forks?” asked Urania.
“Forks,” replied Thalia. “We’re not uncivilized…like that poor fellow whose neck got snapped under the sink last night. Forks…and just a little coffee?”
“Yes! Coffee…,” Urania said.
Calliope whispered again, “Caffeine might help with the wicked question we’re dealing with today.”
“Why are you whispering?” asked Thalia.
“Because I’m trying to keep the bloody fourleg quiet! Every time our voices hit a certain pitch, she starts barkhowlbarkbarkbarking. Henny has no respect for our flow!”
“Let’s get on with it, shall we?” Urania and Thalia said in unison.
“So the question is…Community or free agent?”
“Community!” Calliope broke out of whisper mode.
“Free agent!” Urania raised her hand.
“I think this is another case for ‘Yes, and…’,” said Thalia.
“Now SHE wants cake? Ugh!”
“I guess we’re done for this morning…”
"The real trick is hearing the one that's mine--" Now that is funny.
I really like these conversations.