She walked out his kitchen on her way back to the standalone cottage she lived in on the property. She stopped and turned at his front door, then spoke up loudly to reach him where he was in the adjoining bathroom, putting on a pair of trainers to take the dog outside with.

“That’s a nice collection of wines you have there! Don’t suppose you’d be willing to sponsor your neighbour?!”

“It’s funny you should ask,” he replied.

“Oh really? Why is that?” she asked.

“Oh. No reason. It’s just funny”