A: D – are you OK, D?
D: (Sniff). Fine, A. Why do you ask?
A: Well, the tissues are a dead giveaway. Gotta cold?
D: (Sniff, Snerf, Blooowwww). No-I mean, yes, A, I do.
A: I always wondered how you deal with modern germs.
D: A, this is not the time for your ponderings on my general health – another post, perhaps? I’m reading about Claude. Go away.
A: You’re reading—Oh, D! I’m sorry, were you crying?
D: I’m not going to dignify that with a response. Move over; you’re blocking my view.
A: Oh, give me the damn tissues; I’m going to read it too. Blankie?
D: And the chocolate too, please.