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Slay Bells
| Emily | Should you be doing that? |
| Jeremy | Don’t see why not. |
| Emily | They could be here any minute. |
| Jeremy | Could be. They’re not. |
| Emily | The agency never said anything about playing hostess. I’m a chef. I should be in the kitchen |
| Jeremy | So who hired you then? |
| Emily | The magazine involved contacted the agency. Three of us interviewed and I got it. How about you? |
| Jeremy | Friend of a friend owns this place. |
| Emily | I suppose it’s normally a holiday let. |
| Jeremy | Something like that. |
| Emily | Lucky lady winning Christmas here. It was a lady, wasn’t it? |
| Jeremy | Can’t remember. All I know is that there’s twelve of them and they all want feeding and entertaining. |
| Emily | I’ve never cooked for twelve before. Six, tops. I hope we have enough food in. |
| Jeremy | Too late now if there isn’t. I can’t see that blizzard letting up. |
| Emily | Do you think they’ll get here all right? The road up here is a bit steep. |
| Jeremy | A bit? It’s treacherous |
| Emily | I hope they have a good driver. |
| Jeremy | (standing up) If not, we'll have a cosy Christmas to ourselves, won't we? |
| Emily | I suppose so. |
| Jeremy | Just you and me. |
| Emily | I'm sure they'll be fine. |
| Jeremy | Speak of the devil. |
| Emily | What? |
| Jeremy | They're here. Just heard a car door close. |