Ardys was lying on an examination table with her shirt up, looking a bit grumpy. "... You're the doctor, Daisy," she growled, sighing. "You tell him."
Daisy took off the pair of stylish eyeglasses she was wearing, folded them, and put them in her shirt pocket. "Tim, you and Ardys are close, right?" she said, running a hand through her short shock of pink hair.
Cassy cocked her head. "Well.... Hopefully, people will take it well."