Casual Conversations in a Kitchen

Might give it a go. What's the worst that could happen?

Oh, right. Okay then, I suppose that's me.

Adios. I have to go now, Arthur. I'll miss our chats.

I'll miss you, love.

What's a bloke have to do to get a coffee around here?

Where's Sven?

Gone back to Sweden, half the kitchen too.

Where the hell's all the fruit?

Still on the trees.

Pop, can I get an apple?

Maybe for Christmas.

We can do each other's.

We should wait.

Kitchen open?

Yep.

Through there.

You want me to cook it?

Yep.

What do you mean my room isn't clean?

We're short-staffed. You'll need to clean it yourself.

Room 508. Good luck.

Dad, when's the food arriving?

Toast?

Still need people doing those jobs.

Sure. But migration has to come down.

Then who does the work?

Hi, Mum.

Oh, good. Can you give me a hand?

Yeah, what with?

The nurse has gone home. Be a love and wipe my bottom.

Mum,

seriously?