From a conversation had a few days ago, after rocking up at Charlie’s house:
Her: Hey sweet-cheeks!
Me: Evenin’, gorgeous. I brought you your favourite.
Her: You’re a doll. Chuck it in the beer fridge.
(Out back, Gavin and Alex and Brownie are all chatting away about something, whilst I quickly put the beer away)
Me: Hey Gav, Brownie.
Gavin: Hey Ilya! Oh, we have a new name for you, isn’t that right Charlie?
Charlie: Yeah, your parents gave you the wrong name.
Me: What? No they didn’t.
Charlie: We decided that you really ought to be called Jack Russell.
Gavin: Like the dog!
Me: What? Why?!
Gavin: Well mate, you’re clearly just like one!
Me: What? Small and white?
Charlie: And just as excitable!
Me: I like my name!
Gavin: Sure you do, Jack!