Lucy walks into the living room with Kathleen holding onto Lucy’s neck, being almost dragged along behind her.
Lucy: “You are the worst cape ever.”
Kathleen: “Hey! I get it, I’m a bad cape. But not the worst!”
The two of them disappear around the corner into the kitchen.
It’s tempting to think that what just happened was a kind of absurdist piece of performance art done for my benefit, but I’m not sure they even actually noticed I was here.
