['his face flushes crimson at your words.] Hey! No one needs to talk about how a baby is made, just know that I made one. And it's probably gonna be a good looking kid. ['he fumbles a few moments, his old timid self peeking through again.] And I wouldn't let the kids eat them. I liked them. And I was happy that you trusted me with them.
Everyone knows how babies are made. /though he rolls his eyes in mock-annoyance, he doesn't say much more on the topic, not at all one to linger on the subject of children, and he snorts quietly before speaking up again; Yeah, well, maybe some time later. Maybe. When the Pips are old enough to know the difference between snacks and pets.