"Oooh...!" Bumby gasped out, almost sounding shocked, rather than merely surprised. "You say "mommy" in the same weird way that my mommy does... Are you two related or somethin'? Are you my Aunt Cweo?"
Rhonda, for her part, burst out laughing yet again, covering her face with her hands this time, as almost if she was trying to massage away the giggles fit. "Oh G-d, no, sweet.... I mean, we're both British, that's all!"