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a cat person, myself,’ she said, vaguely.
A low-level voice said: ‘Yeah? Yeah? Wash in your own spit, do you?’
‘What was that?’
Victor backed away, waving his hands frantically. ‘Don’t look at me!’ he said. ‘I didn’t say it!’
‘Oh? I suppose it was the dog, was it?’ she demanded.
‘Who, me?’ said Gaspode.
Ginger , eh?’
Victor gaped at him. ‘The what?’ he said.
‘The what?’ said Ginger.
‘Been looking all over for you two,’ said Dibbler. ‘Someone said he’d seen you come up here. Very romantic. Could do something with that. Look good on the posters. Rightfroze. Her eyes swivelled around and down, to where Gaspode was icily scratching an ear. ‘Woof?’ he said. ‘That dog spoke–’ Ginger began, pointing a shaking finger at him. ‘I know,’ said Victor. ‘That means he likes you.’ He looked past her. Another light was coming up the hill. ‘Did you bring someone with you?’ he said. ‘Me?’ Ginger turned round. Now the light was accompanied by the cracking of dry twigs, and Dibbler stepped out of the dusk with Detritus trailing behind like a particularly scary shadow. ‘Ah-ha!’ he said. ‘The lovebirds surprised