The human Mom stands in her office, her limbs moving about in what barely passes as a "rhythm" as Greyson observes at a safe distance. Quill enters the room and inches past to sit beside Greyson.
Quill (whispering): What's she doing?
Mom: I'm dancing!
Mom: Yes! I'm trying to take my workout up a notch.
Quill: Whatever you're trying to work out doesn't seem to be willing to go. Do you need my help Mom?
Mom: No son. I've even joined a gym!
Greyson: You're not doing that in public are you? And please say you're not gonna take the Jingle Skirt of Terror out into the world!
Mom: No! Dancing is for home, the gym is for lifting weights... gotta keep up with you boy's growth spurts. Who wants to be my barbell? Quill?
Both boys scurry from the room to safety.... for now.