"So, can you tell me how you met my daughter?" Cleora asked, her eyes settling on Jacques.
The pink haired woman nodded her head, swallowing the spoonful bite inside her mouth first before she answered.
"I met her through my husband, mother." Jacques started, her tongue darting out to lick the excess sauce in her lips. "She was carrying a flying pig on her shoulder at that time.. I was shocked because no one could carry a flying pig as easily as Coco."
"That's because I'm strong." Coco commented, chiming in to the conversation before she shoved a spoonful of lasagna inside her mouth.
"Oh, so you're strong? Physically strong?" Cleora turned to her daughter, tilting her head.
"Yes, mama." Coco answered, nodding her head. "Is it not the same case for you? I have strength as my passive skill and I can put points into it."
