Jazz: Mother

Ginger: Yes dear! OwO

Jazz: Can there be two rulers of this relam?

Ginger: yes dear of course have you choicen your queen!

Jazz: mother please not this nonsense again-

Ginger: You haven't!!! We must find you one! Chose on of this ladys!

-Girls line up-

Jazz: ....-_- mother-

Ginger: go on chose

Jazz: mother i-

Ginger: qwq what is it my sugarpulm

Jazz; nothing- .....*ponits at the girls* I dont like em

Ginger: again! Oh dear well we will try again later uwu

Jazz: *whispers to them* no hard feelings

Girls: *nod waddling off*

Ginger: I will help you find your queen som unu

Jazz: *annoyed sigh* yes mother-