Mummy! [Pascale comes out into the hall, brandishing a sheet of bubble wrap.]
I am doing neurosurgery! I am dissecting the tumours from this brain. See?
Oh, neato. Can you show me the tumour?
Oh, yes. But you have to pretend. A cancer tumour in the brain would be black, and this is clear.
Would you like to colour it in?
YES! [Grabs a Sharpie, and colours some blobs. Then, there is a minute or two of silence while she cuts out the cancer and lays it carefully aside.]
The cancer is really spreading! It has METASTASIZED. I just found three hundred million cancer cells!
Now I need a bucket.