I laughed out aloud at Philippa's initial choice for ending her sentence about what Mick/Rick did to Shady's wing.

"... her sickeningly sweet special mix of honey, nectar concentrate and apple juice concentrate. I shuddered at the memory of its taste." Those great mental pictures! Then... "I can't believe you added sugar to that," I said as she took another mouthful.

I love how when they were youngsters the heated discussions of their parents "mutated" into BBQs and picnics.

"OI! Who showed you how to fly?"

...it couldn't hurt.
Much.

Oh that's brightened my day.