Susan groaned and shook her head as if to remove the shroud of alcoholic fogginess from her brain. "Oh my mother would be so ashamed if she knew I'd got Sherlock bloody Holmes name wrong. She used to read me the books when I was a kid, and I read them to Edgar."
She pointed imperiously at a cupboard. "The house won't let him growl at us, he'll just have to be nice." She threw her head back and laughed easily. "He loves us too much to be mad at us does Cub, he's a good lad. A good sad lad. A good very sad cub lad. Huggings are what we should give him." She frowned for a moment, feeling the glimmer of an idea in her inebriated mind. "Maybe we can clone Rolf and make a gay one, so Dennis can have a man again!" She looked at the appalled expression on Rose's face and laughed. "I was joking, joking! Spoon Rolf is only spoons for you sweetheart. He doesn't ladle anyone else's soup, nor does he want to I think." She snorted and looked at Rose with a would-be-severe expression. "Because you is much funnerer to talk about than me."