"You've done wonders with the allotment, Robbie!" Laura exclaims.
"Ta. James helped."
James demurs. "Unskilled labour."
She peers at an oddly-shaped courgette: long and thin, with a curve in the middle. "Funny, this looks just like—"
"No, it doesn't!" Robbie says hastily.
She frowns at Robbie, whose face is approaching the colour of his ripe tomatoes. "I bow to your garden knowledge, but anatomy is my forte. And I daresay I've seen far more of them than you two."
James coughs. He's also quite red. Haven't they heard of sunblock? "I'm telling you, it looks exactly like an inflamed appendix."
