[It's either going to be singing, dancing, or talking. Or maybe a combination of the three. Talking in a singing voice while dancing. BUT THERE'S THAT "WHATEVER" AGAIN.]

I actually don't have any. I'm a wandering plant, so I don't think I would be a good mother if I had any in here.

[The energetic smile turns into a softer one as she kneels down to lightly pet one of the flowers. And then she gets a little confused; why would Bulba even ask that?]

...I never told you this before? I thought I did? [Or even probably implied? For the first time ever, Gladys actually starts getting suspicious at Bulba.]