[Morticia just looked oddly at the Mother ushering her daughter away. She had been about to propose a solution, which would be for the little girl to have her own stuffed animal won for her... Morticia would've been happy to help. Still, it seemed it worked out alright though she did not understand why the mother would be wary around her.

Straightening herself up with a soft sigh, Morticia was once more under her parasol fully as she turned to the young man. So formal, and she smiled a bit, charmed.]

It's quite all right. She is obviously quite special to you.

[A graceful semi-dip into a courtesy, with Morticia inclining her head.]

It is nice to meet you Mr. Aimono. I hope I am getting your name correct and I apologize if I am not. I am Mrs. Addams.