Abruptly, tunelessly, loudly…
Queen E: Aaair….ve-rybody needs to love cheeeeese…. be-cause cheeeese is good for yoouuuuuu…… and cheese. <switches to authoritative speaking voice> Is made from cows.
Rockstar and I exchange looks.
Queen E: Now, eggs. AAAAIR – VERYBOD –
Rockstar: <discreetly shoots self in head with fingers>
Queen E starts drawing lines on cartoon owls printed in her notebook
Me: What are you doing?
Queen E: Giving all my owls unibrows.
Rockstar: <quietly to me> She does not see my unibrow. She does not know I have unibrow.
Me: You don’t think Ko-ko has unibrow, do you?
Queen E: I do. Just a teeny bit.
Rockstar: She is going to bed. She is going to bed. She is going to bed. She is going to bed.
Queen E: Parmesan Cheeeeeeese!
Rockstar: <same tone> There you are, your Highnesssssssss.
Queen E: Really, Ko-ko?
Rockstar: Yeah. Didn’t say please. Like a Queen.
Queen E: In that case….. it’s not close enough to my hand <wiggles fingers>. Please <smiles winningly>
Me: Someday you two can do standup together. Until then, can you guys promise not to set each other off when there are other people around who cannot possibly be aware of the running back stories that lead up to your most current exchanges. Please?