Well...she didn't want to be left behind in this place. Nandita made a face and leaned back over the edge. Now her upset had turned to play. Like that the "fight" was done.
"Very well," she agreed, leaning on one arm. The beautiful sari around her shoulders spilling off the edge. "But I think you should ask me properly. Say something nice to your wife."
Truly, Nandita looked like the cat catching the canary. Mischief was practically hee middle name, after all.