Little Beth beams at the praise, turning to look up at her Uncle Smith when he scoots closer. "See Uncle Smith? I told you I be the fairest when I grow up!"

The woman on the other side of the mirror smiles, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth that are nothing if not bigger versions of the ones in little Beth's mouth. "That's right honey, we're the prettiest goddesses ever."

The older Beth looks back up at Smith, her expression turning distinctly wistful. She chuckles and waves at him, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Hi hi, Uncle Smith. Do you need a few minutes?"