wuzzie: "You're eyeing up my soup!"
baratron: "I've been trying to save these vegetable fritters for you, but they've got rather depleted."
wuzzie: "The half-life of the vegetable fritters is very short. Microseconds."
baratron: *giggles* "You can have this tomato, if you want."
wuzzie: "It seems to have burst out of its battered coating. Or is that the fission product? One battered zucchino decays into a quarter of a tomato and a bit of red cabbage? Shouldn't it emit a foodon as well?"
Later on that same meal.
wuzzie: "I phoned A- today. She said she's been reading your livejournal, and apparently you have a new partner. I said I didn't know anything about that, and I'd have to ask you."
baratron: "Thank you for talking to your sister and making it sound like I'm doing something sneaky and underhand. (Never mind that writing about it in livejournal would rather defeat that purpose)."
wuzzie: "That's ok. It's all part of the game, isn't it?"
baratron: "What game?"
wuzzie: "Didn't K-, M- and S- have a weekend where they pretended they didn't know what was going on?"
baratron: "Yes, and they kept bursting in on each other and saying 'You're sleeping with my wife!' - 'What do you mean, your wife?'."
Richard is a very silly wuzzie.