Secret message

In our house live two little ladies.
Probably too similar, so every now and then they “lose it.”
Then they separate to different rooms to “reflect” on their actions.

Today, their separation doesn’t last long.
Soon I hear negotiations upstairs:
“Come on, Dominykas, take it to Mom.”
“Why can’t you do it yourself?”
“Because the one who writes the letters can’t also be there as the ‘postman,’” she adds after a pause, “help me, otherwise it won’t look convincing.”

Without further discussion, the “carrier pigeon” descends from the second floor with the secret letter.
The sender, sitting at the top of the stairs, calls after him:
“Do, also tell her to reply!”

And Mom replies.
And once again, peace reigns in the house…

V.