"Do we know anyone called Kevin?" Elder Thomas asked, looking round at the elders at breakfast that morning. Elder Price, who had gladly taken up the role of mission chef looked up from the porridge he was stirring.

"My first name's Kevin" he said smiling, I don't let many people call me it though, he gave an inconspicuous wink to Elder McKinley who blushed and tried to look busy examining his reflection in a spoon.

"Oh" Elder Thomas said confused, "did you know his name was Kevin, Elder McKinley?"

"Why do you ask?" The district leader asked guardedly.

"It's the name you shout in your sleep"

Elder McKinley spurted out the water he'd just taken a gulp of and while he recovered from coughing he struggled to say "no I didn't know Kevin's name was Kevin, I mean, I didn't know Elder Price's name was Kevin, no never knew a Kevin" he stumbled out, "I mean I know a Kevin, which was you know, the Kevin I talk about, but its not my Kevin, I mean our Kevin, I mean Elder Price" Elder McKinley trailed off and stared at the floor not meeting any of the missionaries gaze.

"So, who is this Kevin then Elder McKinley?" Elder McKinley looked up surprised to hear the sound of Kevin's voice, he had an amused smile, twitching at the corners trying not to laugh. Connor didn't know whether or not to be hurt. 'This is not funny Kevin!' He thought. 'But, oh no', he was starting to feel a giggle rise up inside him. 'Well Elder Price, two can play at that game'

"He was a pet"

Kevin snorted in derision, "just a pet!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, a dog"

Connor continued buying into his story, "he absolutely stank"

"Just like our Kevin!" Elder Cunningham laughed

"Oh exactly like our Kevin, you have no idea"

Kevin was trying to look confident through the undercover battering. "Didn't you like anything about this dog of yours Elder McKinley"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I always knew how to make him wag his tail"

Connor surepticiously half closed one eye. Kevin gulped as he stared at the seductive redhead.

"Was there a particular place you used to go with this dog?" Elder Thomas's brow was furrowed suspiciously.

"No not really why?"

Elder Thomas shared a look with Elder Cunningham. "Well sometimes you shout out" the curly haired elder took a breath for dramatic effect and then in a dubious impression of Elder McKinley said "Oh yes Kevin! That's the spot right there!"

Elder Price burst out laughing, Elder McKinley blanched and looked dismayed "How do you know?" He felt stupid being showed up in front of his district.

"Sometimes" Elder Church chipped in apologetically "you can be a bit loud"

"We can hear you right down the hall" Elder Cunningham laughed, "you're almost as bad as Elder Price"

Now it was Kevin's turn for the colour to drain from his face.

"Wait what?"

"I'm usually a heavy sleeper but you sometimes get a bit" he smirked "passionate".

The table was shaking with silent giggles as the missionaries attempted to hold in their laughter at the indignant pout on Elder Price's face.

"I do not talk in my sleep"

"Yes you do!" Elder Cunningham replied gleefully.

Elder Price went back to stirring the porridge and shook his head back in confident defiance.

"Hey Kevin" Elder Cunningham said sneekily.

Elder Price ignored his mission companion.

"Was your dog's name Connor?"