Brie nodded, chewing silently for a minute.
“Why’d you give me ‘dat?”
“Because, Brietta, I wanna be your friend.” She straightened, walking back to the kitchen. “I don’t wanna spank you. But if you’re bad, then I have to do it. You’re the one that makes that choice, not me.”
“But you don’t hafta spank me, even if I’m bad.” Brie whined.
The sound of clattering silverware answered her from around the corner.
“Yes I do, Brie, I have to make sure you do the right thing.” Jinny called back, then poked her head out. “Hey, you wanna eat mac and cheese?”