“You act like a spoiled brat all day long,” Xyla Quest said while pinching Lynette Batton’s nose affectionately.

“Mom, that’s nonsense. I’m not a spoiled brat!” her daughter retorted with a pout.

She seemed to be full of energy.

“All right, stop horsing around. I’ve asked the nanny to cook a feast, so let’s eat,” Xyla said.

“Okay. Hearing that makes me hungry. My stomach is already rumbling!” Lynette exclaimed while rubbing her stomach dramatically.

“You’re such a clown,” her mother said.