"Hey there," she cooed lovingly, rubbing noses with her.

She giggled and babbled a little. Naturally, Julian and Nerissa were also especially besotted with her and her mother figure.

"I used to be like Miss Crawford," Nerissa confessed, "In that I only saw my children for how he might benefit me. But unlike her, I came to utterly adore Caleb, to the point I would give my life for him."

"Plus," Julian said, "Nerissa always did the job herself even when she was still that way." Mamacita smiled. "I've always had faith in the goodness of people."

"Sadly, there may be no hope for Crawford," said Nerissa, "But that's to be expected, as most of Hollywood is contemptible. But there are, of course, some exceptions. Some of which are even from your era."

Mamacita was quite pleased to hear that.

Nerissa then came forward to lift Mamacita's skirt and check her own padding.

She had wet herself quite heavily, and was doing so right now.

"I see you're adapting to the dress code fairly nicely," Nerissa observed, waiting for her to finish.

"I guess the excitement is really getting to me."