Are you talking to me?

My daughter, who will now be referred to as Petal, calls her grandmother:

Ring, ring...

Petal: Hello..
...

Petal: Yes, I'm good.
...

Petal: Yes, I'm wonderful.
...

Petal: That's good.
...

Petal: Okay, I have to go now.
...

Petal: Bye-bye, love you.

Hangs up.

"How was she?" I ask.

Petal just shrugs her shoulder. "I don't know. It was just a message."