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"Connor," hissed Abby.
The dark haired scientist took his eyes off the telly and looked at his wife. Rex sat beside Connor on the arm of the sofa. The lizard looked at Abby quizzically as Connor spoke.
"What?"
Abby tilted her head and nodded towards the open doorway. It was just after seven on a Sunday night. In the eat-in kitchen, Matt and Emily were standing beside the dining table
"Dinner's ready," replied Abby. "Telly can wait."
"But… but…," protested Connor.
"Telly's not important," said Abby firmly.
"It was important the last time we got together for dinner," objected Connor. "You and Emily both wanted to know whether we had a new prince or princess!"
Connor's soft voice carried across the front room. Abby glanced at Emily and Matt. The pair had both heard Connor's words.
"Connor does have a point," said Matt with a chuckle. "You two had the telly on all day."
"Yeah," reminded Connor. "Matt and I called delivery for pizza."
Abby looked flustered for a brief moment. Then she turned towards Matt.
"I was explaining television programmes to Emily," explained Abby. "You never told her the difference between the news and shows like EastEnders or advertisements."
"Don't watch telly much," responded Matt in his soft lilting voice, "not sure if I know the difference myself."
"Knowing who will be next in line to rule our country is important," said Emily in a quiet voice.
"And so is this," exclaimed Connor pointing towards the telly.
On the screen the announcer was speaking again. Music was blaring and lights were flashing. Abby shook her blonde head. She gestured again towards the table.
"Connor," coaxed Abby, "that can wait, yeah."
"But it's the next Doctor!"
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