Fiona: "U-uhmm... g-grandma... i-i guess this sweater d-d..."

Grandma: speaking in a soft old voice, while looking with difficulty at Fiona. "i know you like it my Granddaughter. If you excuse me, i need to go help in the with the xmax dishes now..." the grandma walks to the kitchen and closes the door.

Fiona: "W-wait! T-thats not what i mean and... u-uhmmm..." i look down at my sweater, seeing how stretched it is, not even managing to cover completely my bosoms.