Gush away, Chloe, gush away. The android is fully encouraging of it and hanging on every word. Anyone could see how much Chloe adores her daughter. Just the way it should be. It warms her thirium pump heart.

“I think you must be a wonderful mother,” she murmurs. “And she sounds like an amazing girl. Plus, who knows, maybe we might meet some space aliens and you could have some incredible stories.” Though the way she smiles suggests she’s fully aware that the other woman might not want to share her experiences with Trixie. Chloe could always claim they’re made up, she supposes.