‘WHAT’ she yells from across the hallway.
‘I brought you a chicken.’
‘First question,’ she shouts, ‘is it a live chicken? Second, bring it here.’
Georgina skipped in, the corners of her snuggie flapping behind her. A wide, elegantly arranged plate was balanced in her hands
‘Nope. Perfectly dead.’ She grins widely, holding it out for Nae to inspect.
The chicken in question is spread open at the sternum. Inside it is a thick coating of cheese, bacon and what looks like a bed of nuggets. The smell coming from it is angelic, but somehow, at 5.43AM it is mortifying.
‘What… how… why?!?’ Nae asks, grabbing Georgina’s arms. She gives her a brisk shake to assert the trauma of this presentation. However, instead of replying, Georgina laughs. Then she wiggles out of Nae’s grip and explodes into a pile of confetti on the floor.
The chicken lands politely in the doorway, unaffected, then after a brief pause Georgina comes strutting around the corner.
‘So, Nae, am I getting better at magic tricks yet?’