Pepe: Ahem. That should be Pepe and Godfrey. Does no one respect their elders anymore? Non.
Godfrey (with a sly smile): Perhaps you are correct--it should be Pepe and Godfrey. Age before beauty, my friend. You are over two hundred years old.
Pepe: [creative French swearing deleted by Heather since this is a PG blog.]
Godfrey: No one likes a cranky mouse.
Pepe: I am not a mouse. I am a familiar. There is a difference, mon ami.
Godfrey: A mouse familiar.
Pepe (twirling his mustache): At least I have not been referred to as a “rat-toad bottom dweller.”
Godfrey: You had to bring that up, didn’t you?
Pepe: What are friends for?
Godfrey: Speaking of friends, I have much happiness that we were able to help that lovely Darcy Merriweather solve a crime.
Pepe: Le sigh. Darcy.
Godfrey: Pull yourself together, my friend.
Pepe: At least I am not delusional.
Godfrey (outraged): Delusional! How so?
Pepe: Our involvement in solving the murder of Alexandra Shively was minimal.
Godfrey: Must you ruin all my fun?
Godfrey: Two can play that game. Unfortunately for you, little mouse, Darcy only has eyes for Nick Sawyer.
Pepe: I am reexamining our friendship.
Pepe: With age comes wisdom.
Godfrey (with a loud guffaw): Then you must be a genius.
[Pepe starts chasing Godfrey, chomping his sharp teeth menacingly at his ankle. Godfrey screams like a little girl.]
Heather: I’m putting a stop to this conversation before someone gets hurt. If you want to read more about Godfrey’s and Pepe’s friendship, check out It Takes a Witch, coming in January.
|Pepe, as drawn by Heather's daughter.|