Poppy and Leftwing Idiot came by earlier to pick up something from the lair:
Poppy: What are you going to do this afternoon?
TH: Some drawing, read the paper, have sex with an otter.
Leftwing Idiot: OK, when’s that happening?
TH: I’m going to wake him up.
Leftwing Idiot: Is Mr Otter upstairs now?
TH: Cuddle Mr Otter.
My friends and my tics went on talking about my otter lover all day.