"Alan gave me flowers this morning. He picked them himself."

"That's sweet."

"He said that bluebells are his favourite flower now because they match my eyes."

Vania snorted. "I bet he just copied what Uncle George says about Aunt Alanna and violets."

Lianne frowned. "Well, I think it was sweet of him, all the same."

"Of course. So, did you do anything?"

"Oh, we just walked around the gardens and kissed and held hands." She looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and leaned in to whisper in Vania's ear. "Last week, we were in his room alone, and I let him touch my chest. And it was nice." She giggled and blushed. "Now, tell me about you, Nia."

"Well…I like it when Kel licks me here," said Vania, and pointed.

Lianne's eyes widened.