Madame Le Pig was knee-deep in a giant saucepan of berries when Anna reached the kitchen and opened the door. ‘Sorry to interrupt, chef,’ she said.
‘How dare you disrupt le chef when she is squishing fruit!’ squealed Madame Le Pig. ‘It is a very private moment.’
Welcome back to the Nothing To See Here Hotel, be prepared for a shiver-ye-timbers adventures as we go deep underwater to a new part of the Hotel. Strap on everyone, the ride is going to be seamazing.
‘Yes, sir,’ said Lemmy. ‘And your name?’
‘Mr Grayson,’ said the cat. ‘I want a quiet room. No disturbances. A saucer of milk left outside my door at sunrise, and breakfast at seven a.m.. Litter tray, not toilet – cleaned twice daily.’
‘Certainly, sir,’ said Lemmy, hastily filling out the entry in the guestbook.