"Er... Perhaps we ought to go downstairs and you can tell Felicia at the same time?" Harold half-ran to catch up and intercepted her still several paces from the kitchen. He took hold of her elbow and tried to steer her toward the door to the Downstairs Gallery.
"Don't be ridiculous. I've only just got here." Julie shook off his hand and started unbuttoning her jacket. "You've told me I'm late for work several times already though I have to say you're not going to believe why."
Delirious landed on her other shoulder, causing her to stagger under the unexpected weight. Unused to such perches, Delirious slipped, one of his hooves cracking her in the jaw.
"That's it!" Julie turned round and forcibly removed the offending imp from her shoulder and threw him at Harold. Delirious gated away to safety long before he connected but Harold still flinched. Julie glared at him. "What is up with everyone this morning? Where's Jasfoup? He was supposed to meet me in the Moon for breakfast."
"He hasn't turned up for work yet." Harold opened the gallery's connecting door. "Please come downstairs. I'll explain everything."
Julie took a deep breath and visibly counted to ten. "Very well. There's something going on here and I don't like it. It seems to me you've sold all your common sense at auction so that had better not be the case." She hung her jacket on the coat stand Harold had picked up from a house sale once. "Where's jasfoup, anyway? He had an early morning collection but they don't take more than five minutes." She stopped, clutching at Harold's arm. "Please don't tell me he's gone hunting."
"Hunting?" Harold's face twisted into confusion. "What would he be hunting first thing in the morning?"
Julie paused at the top of the stairs. "Zombies?"