Kirstin: Miles, did you like the chicken?
Miles: It was really, really really nice. The most yummiest chicken I have ever had.
Kirstin: But you only had two mouthfuls!
Miles: No, I had three.
Ella: The chicken was very good, but it was very filling, so I couldn’t each very much. It would have been nice if there had been some kind of sauce to go on the rice.
Kirstin: You two are mad! Would you like me to make it again?
Ella: Yes please.
Kirstin: Well, I thought that was OK, but it was nothing special. What do you think, Tom?
Tom: Yes, I’ll go along with that. Pleasant enough. But not earth-shattering.
Miles (now distracted by finger puppets): I am going to do a show that will be really, really random. Everyone: I give you, the randomest show! Once there was a monster. And do you know what came out of him? Pasta blood. It’s where the blood is in the pasta.