'When did we last have a cup of tea?' said Larry.
'It must be at least twenty-three minutes ago,' said Mick.
'Perhaps even twenty-four,' said Larry.
'That is a distinct likelihood,' said Mick.
'Shall we search for new taxonomic categories?' suggested Larry.
'You mean to pass the time until our next cup of tea?' clarified Mick.
'Indeed so,' said Larry.
'What an excellent idea!' said Mick. 'Okay you start¦'
Larry pondered. He pondered and he pontificated. While he did so, a small creature of unknown genus flitted into his field of vision and fluttered its diaphanous wings enticingly.
'Strewth!' said he, for he had not had time to think of a more creative exclamation.
'At what do you utter the Australian idiom?' said Mick, who was staring intently at a brownish oily stain on the wall, willing it to become taxonomically categorisable.
'Don't look now,' said Larry, as he locked eyes with the small hovering being, which appeared, upon closer inspection, to be humanoid and female, about the size of a Star Wars figure and sporting a cheeky grin and a tiny little green dress made of leaves; 'but I believe a creature of mythological origin has just entered our plain of mortal existence.'
'Stainus oilus!' declared Mick, victoriously and noisily, the sound of his voice startling the fairy and causing her to disappear, in a puff of fairydust, back to the magical realm from whence she came.
'Sorry, you were saying?' said Mick to Larry, who was now staring, open-mouthed, into an area of empty space.
'Nothing,' said Larry.
'Oh, because I thought you said-'
'Isn't it time for that cup of tea?'
Larry & Mick had a cup of tea.