Poppy says, “I thought you were scared of babies, not matrimony.” “First of all”—Rose paces in front of us—“I am not scared of babies. I hate babies. They scream for no reason and can’t walk properly.” I shake my head. Daisy laughs, swinging her legs and tossing a crystal paperweight in her hand. “They’re little—” Poppy tries to justify. “Devils. They’re little devils that only exist to annoy me.”
