Bridget couldn't help but giggle when Molly leaned closer, glad that the older woman didn't seem to mind the secrets and playing. "I do think you're nice!" she insisted. "Papa and mama like you, and you've never spilled anything on me, either!" Not exactly the highest standards, perhaps, but it worked nonetheless.
Curious, Bridget tilted her head at the mention of an inconvenience. "What did you do wrong?"