B has found an old cell phone of mine. She brings it out with her and has imaginary harassment calls from creditors in her "Dreamworld" of dragons. She owes a lot of money for her dragon nursery, And there's a Mister Tibiscus that is a real pain in her side. She doesn't like the dragon bankers.
Also, she's devious. :) Today she said:
B: What if we didn't have the nice grandma, and we had a horrible, mean one?
Me: I don't know, what would we do?
B: I'd give her a potion.
Me: To make her nicer?
B: No, to get rid of her. Bwahahaha.