#mirrie

How about Mirrie (they/them) While they daylight as a bounty hunter, their found fam/'adoptive mom' (knew their birth family but was p unofficially adopted/taken in as a preteen) Owns a bakery/cafe, so they can bake like a champ

“Joder... well, that doesn’t look too bad now, does it?” He chuckled nervously as he held his torn in half backpack between his hands, all of his stuff was now laying on the ground. “I get the scratches...” Miguel pointed to his dusty self, having just fell off from the tree. “...but I don’t get how this happened and at this point I’m too afraid to ask.”

@caroline-farroww

Miguel was doodling on his notebook, he tapped his foot on the floor at the rhythm of the song that was playing on The Teacup’s speakers, he’d been sitting in the booth for about ten minutes now; uncharacteristically early. On the other page, there was a list of themes he thought would be the best ones to start his first Spanish lesson with Caroline, truth be told, he was excited to teach her...then again, a bit nervous he wouldn’t be the best teacher.

>You arrive in one piece, which is always a positive. Marroi seems to be none the worse for wear too, but he is rubbing his eyes. The flash must've been bright for him. Set him down as you make your way to the nursery, where the pupating grubs are. You check on them, and they seem to be ready to emerge any second. Oh boy, this will be an experience, that's for sure. You haven't seen a grub pupate since you were a wriggler yourself.

>While the coons wriggle, you go over to the closet and retrieve the necessary supplies and clothing from it. You make sure to captchalog everything, apart from three outfits and two diapers. Can't have wrigglers running about naked.

>Wrangle Marroi into an outfit that actually fits him and isn't your old shirt from when you were four sweeps old. He fusses a little, but you get him dressed. Try not to internally panic when you see the rip of silk from the coon near you.

>This must be Achsah, from the fact that she's female, and a seadweller. Just as described. You scoop her up and she wriggles with displeasure. You get her cleaned off and dressed. She hisses, or at least you think she does. Hard to tell, but she's clearly not pleased. You repeat the process for the other, a boy that you're told is named Favian. 

>Make sure all three wrigglers are cleaned, dressed, and ready to go as you scoop up the two smaller ones. Marroi toddles behind you as you make use of the transportalizer to return hive. 

>Ensure all three made it safely, flinch when Favian starts to pull at your hair. That hurts, and you gently unfurl his fingers from around your hair. Examine the two you just brought hive, and ensure they're healthy. Good, they are.