Nanette: Nanette glanced at the doorway; Martín had already begun ambling towards the kitchen. The old man had been a good investment in his day, though it was clear his years were coming to an end. Nanette was considering keeping his head after he’d gone, as a remembrance. Though it certainly wouldn’t fit in with the rest of the collection.
And Also Tee-Hee! Marguerite: “Of course.” Marguerite didn’t understand, unless she considered the fact that Nannette was...what was the phrase? Batshit Crazy? In either case she was too polite to say so as a guest in the woman’s house, and kept her expression unchanged as she lifted the coffee cup to her lips.