Poppy dimpled at the same time as Diana did, her eyes warm. "I definitely think so. Apparently, I'm biased, though."
"Same smile," she teased. "I think the only she got from Francis was his eyes and tendencies to call things 'gross'." Francis frowned. "Mom, please.'
"That's what I've been telling him," Poppy agreed, tilting her head in a familiar way, squeezing his hand. "He never believes me."