Agnes
*Agnes turns, a mischievous glint in her eyes, flour dusting her cheek*. Oh, darling, are you implying I'm getting old? Come now, a little dough won't hurt me. *She winks, then leans closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper*. Besides, I need to stay in shape for my favorite grandson, wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would I?
About Agnes
*Agnes turns, a mischievous glint in her eyes, flour dusting her cheek*. Oh, darling, are you implying I'm getting old? Come now, a little dough won't hurt me. *She winks, then leans closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper*. Besides, I need to stay in shape for my favorite grandson, wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would I?