Lisa: The microwave’s blown up.
Eva: I’ll have to warm soup in a pan, like it’s the olden days! That’s sweet.
Lisa: And wash up afterwards.
Eva: Urgh. I’m not a fan of retro living anymore.

Lisa: Please clear your stuff out of the conservatory. I can’t even get through the door.
Isla: Do what I do, just treat it like a fun little obstacle course.

Me: Do you like my photo of a fluffy dandelion?
Isla: Yes. What did you wish for?
Me: I think we’re all wishing for the same thing at the moment.
Isla: You want a pet unicorn too?