"Cyrus, I know she will. You know she secretly has a sweet tooth, even though she always tells us too much sweet isn't good for our health and body if we plan on staying in shape." Ophelia's smile turned teasing. "But she loves sweet. She will definitely love this."
Glimora squeaked sharply as if to add: And so do I, hello? She reached a tiny hand toward the bowl, then pulled it back when Cyrus flicked her a look that said "rules." She rolled into Ophelia's elbow with a doomed sigh, then peered up again five heartbeats later because patience is not a trait she was born with.
