Peter : It's nice out here, isn't it?
Me : Yes, but it's getting cold.
Peter : That's true. You did make me this nice sweater. It's very warm. I like the new pants, too.
Me : You're welcome. I'm glad you like them.
Peter : I don't suppose you could get me a pair of tennis shoes. I like the dress shoes and all...but...
Me : I'll see what I can do for you. You're hard to fit for shoes.
Peter : No hurries. I just won't play any sports for the time being.
Me : Uh huh.
Peter : Chasing girls isn't a sport.
Me : Uh huh.
Peter : Whatever.
Peter : Again with the camera?
Me : I can't help it. You're cute.
Peter : *blushing* Thanks. You're not too bad for a human.
Me : Yeah, I know. You prefer Aimee.
Peter : She's got legs up to...
Me : Yeah, I know.
Peter : She's got some other really nice endowments.
Me : Uh huh. *cough* Is that all you think about?
Peter : No. Right now, I'm just glad to escape those two human boys in the house.
Me : Why?
Peter : One says I look like a girl. The other one keeps trying to put a fluffy dog on my head for a hat.
Me : Yeah, well...they ARE teenage boys.
Peter : Are you sure I can't have the Luger?
Me : *sigh* Sure, but it's not a working version.
Peter : That's no fair. Now go away. I have some daydreams that need attention.
~Finis~
