Seraphine: “Do you and mama Renata have pet names for each other?”
Camille: “Absolutely not. Publicly we hate each other.”
Seraphine: “I see. Hey, mama Camille, what do bees make?”
Camille: “Honey.”
Renata, popping her head through a door: “Yes dear?”
Seraphine, smugly: “Don't lie to me, mama.”










