"But, y'know, as I say, I only married him for his cooking," she said with a shrug, kissing his cheek as she brought their two dishes out to the table.
Poppy paused before laughing self-consciously. "It's not, really," she admitted, giving her a smile. "But thank you for saying so."
"Do you?" Poppy asked with interest, feeding Diana a spoonful of baby food. "You're an inquisitive mind."
Poppy gave her a smile, her attention drifting back to Diana. "Open up, now," she murmured to the baby, and Diana tilted her head slightly.
Poppy shot her a playful glare before looking back down at Diana. "They're mocking us, Diana," she said confidentially. "They're making fun of us." Diana gurgled what could have been a war cry, sticking her hand in her mouth.