Day 21 - Polari
"Chicken," says Daruk.
"Filly," Vandham returns.
"Flowery?" Daruk asks.
"Latty - with cackle," answers Vandham.
Daruk leans back, crosses his arms. "Well, aren't you dolly?"
And, Vandham's ensuing eruptive laugh here could be called a cackle, but it wouldn't mean half quite the same thing as he'd given out. "Fantabulosa, if you think I am - what, you think it's not worth the clobbering around here?"
"The same way you don't think it's worth trimming your ends, fella."
"Touché, touché! You gotta know jarry, though, don't'cha?"
"If there's buvare, sure. And, bona omi. That's important too."
"Sure. Not niffy-naffy for me either."