MEG: See you.

TOM: Yeah… see you in pictures.

MEG: You too.

TOM: No thanks.

MEG: You were really good in the play.

TOM: Bull.

MEG: You were!

TOM: Cut it out. I’ll get a fat head.

MEG: My olds are waiting.

TOM: Anyway, I got this for you. As a memento of the play.

MEG: Thanks.

TOM: It was a real laugh being in the play with you.

MEG: No-o…

TOM: It was! So I got you something as a token of my appreciation.

MEG: What is it?

TOM: If you open it up you might find out. It’s a piece of junk, actually. Actually I nicked it. But it’s the thought that counts.

MEG: You nicked it?

TOM: Actually, I got a night job and slogged me guts out for ten years to pay for it.

MEG: A brooch.

TOM: A mere bauble.

MEG: It’s really nice. That’s really nice of you.

TOM: Oh, stop before you start sobbing.

MEG: I really like it.

TOM: It’s from the bottom of my heart, actually.

MEG: I wish I’d got you something.

TOM: I have some beautiful memories.

MEG: Oh, yuck.

TOM: Sick, eh?

MEG: It was good fun, though. Pity it was only for one night. Fancy doing it night after night like in America. Plays go on for years there. London too. Wouldn’t you get sick of it?

TOM: Depends who else was in it. Be great if you hated everyone’s guts.

MEG: But then it’d only be the same as a proper job.

TOM: What are you going to be when you grow up?

MEG: An engine driver. You?

TOM: I’ll wait and see.

MEG: I’d better be going. Thanks for the brooch.

TOM: It matches your eyes.

MEG: Yellow?

TOM: Joke.

MEG: Ha ha.

TOM: Sorry.

MEG: Well…

TOM: The olds.

MEG: Have a good Christmas.

TOM: Don’t go yet.

MEG: Why?

TOM: This is fun.

MEG: What is?

TOM: Trying to think of things to say.

MEG: We haven’t done the weather yet.

TOM: Do you really like the brooch?

MEG: Yep.

TOM: Good.

MEG: I really like it.

TOM: It was either jewellery or perfume. But it’s hard to buy perfume for someone you don’t know very well. You need to know their personal chemical make-up. I could have got something on spec and it mightn’t have worked on you and you’d have to put it on and stunk like a dead dog. You wouldn’t have been able to wash it off, either. You have to wait till something like that fades. You wouldn’t be so nice about me in the play then, eh? My name’d be mud. That’s why I went for jewellery. Safer. Better bet. Actually I asked around a few places. Got a bit of advice. Shop girls and that.

MEG: And they said jewellery?