When Dahlia finally came to, she felt something warm. Yes, the warm chicken tenders that were right in front of her, but her diaper was warm as well! Her cheeks burned red as she remembered what she had so shamelessly done both in public and on the poor woman’s lap! She didn’t know whether or not Francine was mad so she didn’t say anything (her red cheeks did most of the speaking for her) as she took a bite. All the while, Francine stared at her with a loving expression, waiting for the girl to take a sip of her spiked apple juice.