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[dromedy]

One of the cats has eaten an entire bowl of sweetcorn; should I be worried?  It's Ebenezer and now he looks a bit ill, but then again, he always does.  Dora's watching him closely outside, under strict instructions not to pull his tail and to come and get me as soon as anything sweetcorn-related comes out of his mouth.  It wasn't that vital to the

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[benjwick]

Ah, French, the language of the aristocracy. Perhaps if you taught her how to say poop! That might make it more exciting for her.

[dromedy]

That's not a bad idea; she's getting to an age where dirty words are fascinating. Which is slightly embarrassing in public.

[benjwick]

It's very sweet that she wants to carry on the noble Tonks tradition!

I'm speaking here of Teddy, of course. Never mind Dora, can you take him anywhere?

[dunged]

TED WHY THE FUCK DOES HE GET TO CALL YOU TEDDY AND I DON'T

[benjwick]

It's probably because I'm the only one who gives him peace of mind when sitting for Dora! It can drive a man to desperate allowances. Don't blame Ted.

[dunged]

you have no idea the fucking shite I went through mate and all I got was the invitation to sit by him at dinner and a lifetime of friendship, you turn up and don't touch his kid and you get to call him Teddy I just don't fucking get it

[benjwick]

We have actually been friends for quite a bit longer than Dora's been around, I was just attempting to be clever.

A lifetime of friendship is nothing to sneeze at. You're Mundungus, right?

[dunged]

yeah I know I guess I was being funny too, I saw you around a bit

that's the name mate, you're Benjy or some shite and you're friends with Caradoc and I've never seen you down knockturn so sorry if I was a bit of a bastard up there yeah

[benjwick]

No harm done!