NELLY: The Van and Truck Man will be here soon. D’ye want anything?
PEARLIE: Aye. Get me a wee cherry cake.
NELLY: Righty-o. A cherry cake.
PEARLIE: No. I dinnae want cherry cake. Get me a ween of thon wee butterfly buns.
NELLY: Butterfly buns. OK.
PEARLIE: D’ye know what they are?
NELLY: Aye. I do.
PEARLIE: They’re wee buns with the top cut off and cut into two and stuck into butter icing like two wee butterfly wings.
NELLY: Aye. I know the kind you mean. My mother used to make them.
PEARLIE: I’ll just take a cup of tay and a wee bun.
NELLY: One of your butterfly buns?
Five minutes later
PEARLIE: And can you bring me a tayspoon?
NELLY: OK. (Returns with spoon and gives to Pearlie)
PEARLIE: And a knife.
NELLY: Righty-o. (Returns with knife and reaches to Pearlie) Don’t be telling me you want a fork next!
PEARLIE: No. I want you to cut the top of that wee bun.
NELLY: (Starts to cut top of butterfly bun) I thought you especially wanted butterfly buns?
PEARLIE: I did. That’s not enough. Cut out all the butter icing. I dinnae like butter icing.
NELLY: (Doing it and giving top of butterfly bun to eagerly waiting border collie) But you specifically asked for this sort of bun.
PEARLIE: Aye. I like the plain part of the bun but I dinnae like that oul butter icing.
Nelly leaves room miming neck-wringing gestures.