Poppy tapped Diana's nose playfully as they moved through the supermarket. "Poplate cake, Mama," Diana insisted, kicking her legs in the shopping cart. "Not right now, darling," Poppy replied, setting a bundle of asparagus in the cart. "Some other time.
"Chocolate," she explained, brushing back Diana's hair affectionately. "She had some for her birthday and has talked of very little else."