conversations

Eldest [wandering into kitchen and observing my activities]: "Making some tea?"
Me: "Yeah. I'm about to kill off a character I really like, and it's kind of bumming me out, so I thought I'd make some tea first."
Eldest: "Just as long as you don't kill off [names character I'm about to kill off]"

And thus, the evening word count which was already glacially slow grinds to a dead halt.