A tentacle was pointing at the seat on the opposite side of the table. ‘Yes, that seat’s taken. This is a private booth. Now get out.’
‘Oh, well, that’s a pity,’ commented head left.
‘I’ll just take this one instead,’ chirped head right, and to her aggravation, the Helpie sat down next to her.
She scooted around the booth to get away from its tentacles.
‘Oooh, this is a feisty one, Con,’ said left.
‘Yeah, Ner. They don’t come any better.’
