"Scare her?" Cleora gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "Me? I would never! I was just thinking of letting the two of you know that we're going to dine in soon, so it's best to wrap up whatever topic you two have."
"But you still eavesdropped." Coco grumbled, shooting a deadpan stare at her mother.
Cleora quickly picked up on what her daughter was trying to say, causing a guilty expression to cross her beautiful features. "Right, I did. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"You don't have to apologize, ma'am!" Jacques squeaked out, her nerves blinking with anxiety. "It's completely alright to do what you just did— no need for apologies! It's just you worrying about your daughter, right? H-Haha!"
The pink haired woman let out a nervous and obnoxious giggle at the end of her sentence, making the mother-daughter duo share a glance.
