Jake: Can’t you sleep?
Rowan: No…I’m hungry.
Jake: Well, have something to eat, then! What do you want? I’ll get it for you.
Rowan: Crisps. And a glass of milk.
Jake: What flavour crisps?
Rowan: Prawn cocktail.
Jake: Yeah very funny – what do you want really?
Rowan: I want prawn cocktail crisps! I just really fancy them…
Jake: But we’ve got nice crisps behind the bar – prawn cocktail is the worst flavour ever!
Jake: I’ll go out and get you some.
Rowan: No no it’s okay – it’s just – I don’t think I can get to sleep, thinking about them…I could go myself anyway.
Jake: No you won’t – I’ll get them!
Rowan: You’re so good to me. I’ll make it up to you!
Jake: Yeah yeah…just hope I can find somewhere that sells them. Wonder if it’s worth trying at the petrol station?
Jake: Or maybe I should go straight to Asda…yeah I’ll do that.
Jake: Sooty, we’re not going for a walk! Oh – okay then, you might as well come for a ride in the car.
Jake: Is there anything else disgusting you want while I’m there? Pot Noodle or anything? Ro?
Jake: Ro?
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