"Maybe for a bit longer Simon, yes." Said Britanica to her grandchild, Simon.

"Can we please bake together?"

"Yes, for sure."

"I would like to make some apple pie with you."

"And we shall drizzle some ground sugar on the top of it."

"Yepee!"

"So tell me. How are your own parents doing?"

"I love them more than much ever."

"Do they keep you good company?"

"Yes!"

"Get me five red apples, please."

"Can we make them with green ones?"

"No, they will turn out sour a bit."

"Ok."

"Does Mum play with you with your toys?"

"Yes. And she helps me out in returning them back to the drawer."

"And then what?"

"Then, we start singing like there is no tomorrow."

"Sounds great. So you love your Mum?"

"Yes, I do. But not more than Dad."

"And why is that?" Britanica was a little confused.

"Dad takes me on drives with him to work sometimes."

"And..."

"I get to meet all of his friends and we start playing with each other. Then he takes me to buy waffles and maybe for dinner."

"So that's why you like Dad more. He keeps you a better company."

"Yes! What about you Grandma. What about your parents?"

"You are my only parent, hon."

"Really?!" His eyes beamed.

"Really. Like reincarnation. I believe that my own Dad's soul was embodied in yours."

"Sounds cool to me. Now, my beloved daughter. Please, wash the apples thoroughully and don't you just forget to prepare the dough the way it's supposed to be prepared."

"Yes, Sir. What else?"

"And make sure to bake it at the right temperature in the oven. The recipe is hung right on the fridge. You can cheat from it."

"Alright. Sounds great. Let me check it out."

"What's going on you two?!" Lina barged in. "Looks like you're both up to something."

"Mum's the word." Said Britanica while pointing her finger to her lips.