Oh, she is! It's just dat de question just, erm, just kinda sprang up on me?

. . . Dis question is really awkward.

Dependin', yes. I've got a nice one! *Turns around and shows off his FOWL logo stamped on his lower back*

Staying alive can be fun.

My children.

*He siles, gently putting an arm around him* I'll be your pilla'.

*he raises an eyebrow, moreso at her not wanting him, and maybe taking the wood duck drake by surprise, he gives his hand a squeeze* I sure do.

*He nods, leaning in* Your secrets are safe wit' me, Jer.

*He frowns and slides down next to him, becoming quiet as he looks down at the floor* I . . .I 'ope not eitha'.

*He blinks* I t'ink we's should let youse rest. *He holds him close* I've been dere, soul tasting. Not fun. Why does it always taste like burnt toast? *shakes his head and frowns when he feels him shiver* Maybe I should hold youse.

'igh Comand in full raeg mode.

*He takes his hand, frowning* I am Tino, Rich is down from de hallway. We'll get 'im too. *He blinks* Youse 'ave been evaluated?

*He frowns and holds him close* I'll take care of youse foist, den movie. I'm 'ere, babe. *He nuzzles a kiss to his cheek*

Creme Brule and Java Cake. I can only taste de latter t'ough. *frowns*

Get spoiled by my boys. And avoiding medics.

Yes I do, very much.

Leopard, my totem animal.

De scream of an enemy slain.

I . . . Don't wanna talk about it.

Just sent out mine, woikin' on de otha'ss, sirs and ma'am. *salutes*