"Oliver's gonna be all jealous if he hears you going on and on about his sister you know. Plus the poor girl is going to have to try and keep up with her Uncle. Which, of course, you know there was never a more perfect boy in this world to compete with Lucas Ramsey. With only the notable exceptions of her favorite Grandsons." She was sure that probably extended to perfect "child", but there were still her two daughters who could cry at the drop of the hat at any suggestion that they hadn't been wonderful.
"You mean that scared little teenager that spent the whole night trying to keep from word vomiting all over herself and only half succeeded?" She tossed back with a small smirk. Then out of the two of them she had usually been the more verbose one. The quietest she had probably ever gotten was after Dale Allen had been born with his mysterious unknown father and Lucy over-evaluating their relationship at the time. "After all, why would the infamous William Dale be asking me out on a date when he's got plenty of pretty older girls who would have been interested?"