"Cheep," remarked her fluffy little pet.
"No," she objected. "Very expensive."
"Rubbish," her latest minion said flatly. "You don't own me."
"I'm an absentee landlord."
"And you don't have a swimming pool."
"Second left, third right, fifth door on the left."
"And . . ." He broke off.
"It's a very big swimming pool," she said helpfully.
"I think I'll fetch you a drink."
"I think I'll let you."
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