It's Called Being Sassy

Try

"You're not dressed." Marc marvels.

"I'm getting dressed after breakfast so I don't drop anything on my clothes." Marcy answers.

"That's smart."

She nods. "Thank you for breakfast, Mrs. Gonzales."

Mrs. Gonzales is surprised. She knows Marcy doesn't want her there but the girl's trying to be nice anyway. "Gracias, señorita Marceline Anne."

"Just call me Marcy."

Mrs. Gonzales beams.

Marcus does, too. Marcy didn't let anyone she doesn't like call her Marcy. "Are you excited?"

"Daddy, I don't do excitement." Marcy stabs at her frittata slice.

Mercedes giggles. "She's going to have an awesome day, Daddy. We're going to make sure of it!"

"Good girl." Dr. Jones nods.

"What are you going to wear?" London asks.

"Probably jeans and a shirt." Marcy lifts a shoulder.

"You're so not a girl."

"Bite me."

"Marce is totally a girl!" Mal argues. "She can turn on you like a dime!"

"What?!" Marcy glares at him.

He purses his lips. "That came out wrong."

"What are you trying to say about girls, Jr.?!" Mercedes demands.

Marc laughs. "Yeah, Jr.! What are you tryin to say?!"

Mal takes Marcy's hand. "You know I love you."

"In spite of my girlish dime turning?" Marcy snarks.

"Wow, I forgot you don't let anything go." He blinks.

Her brows lift. "Really?! Really?!"

"That's not what I meant!" Marcy opens her mouth but Mal looks to Dr. Jones. "Pop!"

Marcus' lips twitch in amusement. "Sweetpea, how long is it going to take you to get ready for school? I don't want you late."

Marcy levels a look on Mal that says that he's not out of danger yet before turning to her father. "I have time. I already brushed my teeth and washed my face. I just have to take a quick shower."

Marcus sips the last of his coffee. "Well I have to go. Early meetings and such. I'll see you tomorrow."

"You won't be home for dinner?" Mercedes pouts.

"I have a dinner engagement. But I want to hear all about your day at school at breakfast, Sweetpea. Goodbye now." He leaves.

Marc clears his throat after finishing his coffee. "I gotta book it as well."

"More work with your company?" Mercedes asks.

"Yeah, we're trying to get this new game out as soon as possible."

"Make yo bread, son." Marcy lifts her coffee cup.

"You know it!" He leaves.

Mercedes makes sure his car is gone before coming back and clapping her hands. "Okay! It's time!"

Marcy stands up.

"Time for what?" London wants to know.

"To dress Marcy." Mercedes answers.

London crows. "Yes!"

"Why exactly did you wait for your father to leave?" Po lifts a brow.

Marcy raises a brow back. "You know why."