“This is great news,” I said, going up to the head of the sofa.
Slyboots gave me a disdainful glance, as if to say, “It doesn't take much to excite you.”
“Were you ever in the country?” I inquired.
“Nop,” she replied briefly.
“Do you want to go?”
“Nop.”
“Will you run away when the time comes for you to be packed?”
“Nop,” she said again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I went on eagerly.
“Nop.”