Storyteller: Ah, lots of medical incidents around here; Kathy's back and Bryan's novocaine dose has worn off and...Kathy's back??
MN: I could have sworn I heard someone hobbling into room 6.
Storyteller: Well what are you waiting for? Where's that bread pudding you were going to make for her?
MN: Fresh batch cooling on the stove as we speak.
Nora: Oh, man, the tea, where's the tea...oh, here. And here's the hot chocolate and the oatmeal Ed and the Count sent.
Storyteller: And I've got some new moss packs and another jar of rockweed bisque, so let's take this all over.
(group takes pudding, lavender-mint tea, hot chocolate, oatmeal, rockweed bisque and moss packs over to room 6)
MN: Kathy? Oh, Kathy, we've got some gifts to soothe those with aching feet and recently extracted teeth. We brought some stuff over a few days ago but Bryan said you weren't back, so we held it.
Storyteller: And like I said, next time you've got a sore tooth, I can always call my cousin Filch; he's really good with a pair of pliers...
Nora: (wince) Please, don't mention the pliers.
Storyteller: Why not? It's just teasing.
Nora: Because when I was a little Muppet with loose teeth...
MN: You're a Whatnot-type Muppet. You don't have visible teeth.
Nora: Yeah, well, my uncle used to joke about using pliers.