Delyria quite desired to roll her eyes at the girls, and perhaps if she was in one of her moods she very well might have, but she was determined to be pleasant today. It was a celebration, after all. So she smiled, albeit a bit coolly, as her son approached. He was a handsome boy, and she was proud of that. He had been such a delight as a boy, but children never stayed sweet. They always turned on their parents, that was just a fact of life that she needed to come to terms with.
"There's no such thing as overboard," she replied in her most saccharine tones. She pasted on her sweetest smile and pinched his cheek. Hard. "I'll have you know I've gotten many and more compliments on my red hearts. I can't help that I'm creative."