Sleepy Fox Hollow pretty rude that it's not friday but ok.

Her mother countered with her own words used against her, causing the little girl to wrinkle her nose and huff lightly as she tossed a fury of nips, Isa’s legs flailing blindly in self-defense from the onslaught as she giggled mercilessly. Okay, she won. She won. The question was met with a devious smirk on her features and a shake of her head.
 
“I’m never trouble, Momma.” She stated back rather defensively, though deep down she knew the opposite was true. “I was just lookin’ at the blumen! They’re pretty n’ I saw vater carrying some of them.” She figured maybe he had collected them for her, to give to her or her momma as a gift maybe, unaware of the medical properties they contained.