"I'm so glad Delia's moved in with us," Barbara says as they retrieve their bicycles, fixing their bags in place for the ride over to the clinic. Delia left for The London about half an hour ago, but Barbara is the type of person who, when talking about someone who isn't there, can only be positive.
"I daresay your roommate situation has improved." Trixie says.
"I had my own room when I was at home, so moving in with Phyllis was quite a shock," Barbara admits, "but Delia and I can play music, and talk all night!"
"How marvellous," Patsy says, half-delighted that Delia and Barbara are getting along so well, half immensely jealous.
"She brought back a bag of rhubarb and custards the other day; she remembered they were my favourites."
"She certainly knows the way to a girl's heart," says Trixie. Patsy carefully says nothing.
"We stayed up until nearly two o'clock last night; she was telling me about Wales, and I told her all about growing up in Liverpool,"
"It sounds like you're getting along like the proverbial house on fire."
"Oh, definitely! We bonded over our mutual love of Enid Blyton, and next week we're going to-"
"It sounds like someone might have a crush," Trixie teases.
Patsy can't take it any longer. "So Barbara, how are things with you and Tom?"
Clinic is a little awkward.