"GranGran's full of rubbish then," Miki protests, leaning up to look at her. "Aw, way to kill the mood, Ai-Ling, you're nothing like Mom."
The mood is quite lively for a supposed corpse; Miki's hands are still on her back, sliding down to her hips, and he's still wearing that particularly eager grin. But it's quite important to get things straight first.