"Hello Zulu."
"Did I fall asleep?"
"For a little while."
"Shall I go now?"
I wish you wouldn't. Topher blinked. Zulu blinked back at him.
"Shall... should I go now?"
"I... If you like," said Topher. "Sure... go on... run along..."
"Topher, I've been looking at yesterday's back-up..." Ivy trailed off. "Zulu? Are you alright?"
"Shall I go now?"
"If you like," she told Zulu. "Go and have a massage."
"A massage would be relaxing."
Ivy agreed and turned her attention to Topher. His expression – punch-drunk – resembled a doll so closely it was amusing. "Would you like a treatment, Topher?"
