Michaela nodded, keeping her face sad and pouty. "Candy pwease. Want chocwate." She peered over at the ferret over her mummy's shoulder, clearly trying to decide if it was evil or not. Verity kissed the top of her head.
"Say thank you," she prompted.
"Thank you," Michaela parroted, and then beamed at Caleb. "I am a pwincess."