selli: *comes in eating a soft-serve ice cream cone* find who?
jonathan rhys-meyers: what? but... but where did you... gah! where have you been?
selli: oh, uh, me and bunny went to get a salad. we were hungry.
jonathan rhys-meyers: it took you three months to find a salad?
selli: it was a magical salad. right. we had to go on a quest for the tomatoes. and don't even ask about the dressing, I mean, jeez. I get worked up just thinking about it!
jonathan rhys-meyers: well you won't have to worry about that anymore! if you ever want a magical salad again, you just say the word and I'll send some of the other pancakes out to get it for you. now, you stretch out on the sofasaurus and relax while I rub your tired, questing little feet.
selli: ah, it's like I never left!
jonathan rhys-meyers: hey, where's bunny?
selli: she got tackled by christian bale as soon as we got within view of the house. I would assume they're doing naughty things in the garden.
jonathan rhys-meyers: oh no, my flowers!
selli: um, my footsies?
jonathan rhys-meyers: right, sorry.