I won't disagree; I would hate for them to be small and skinny, just like me.

[ She's half-joking, half serious. She will be the first to insist that children sleep, eat, and climb as they please, so that they can grow, not like her. She'll spare them all that lecture, thankfully, smiling once again as he nudges another away.

She nearly finds herself laughing once more. The awful place that is London is far too polluted for pretty things like flowers. ]

I would like to see you try, if you can manage to escape their grasp.