Chatting with her daughter

Looking around for Caroline, Carol didn't need to look far for her. Heading over, Carol calmed the flurry of emotions threatening to burst forth. While she would've loved some kind of heads-up, that could be looked past here.

Thankfully, the grandmother didn't need to look far in order to find her daughter. Currently in the kitchen, she was quite happy with herself right about now.

"There you are." Carol cooed and waited a moment for Caroline to focus on her. Clearly aware of why Carol wanted to talk to her, that didn't make it any easier.

"Sorry about the lack of heads-up." Caroline cooed and Carol stared down at the floor. Muttering a single word to it, her gaze met that of her daughter. "If I had known that she was coming, I would've told you."

Carol reluctantly nodded. By no means the answer she wanted to hear, that was no doubt the truth here. Which made it all the worse in the grandmother's mind.

"So what do I tell her then?" Carol inquired, feeling Caroline reach out to her weathered hand. Giving it a squeeze, that did a little to soothe the feelings swirling about her mind.

"I have an idea, if you're willing to listen." Caroline answered and Carol raised an eyebrow. Perhaps her daughter had a good idea in order to get her out of this pickle.