Soft gooey sides and all, they've still got a job to do, a certain air of professionalism that's necessary here. Even with a baby. And this one is heavy, but a comfortable weight in her arms that she's glad she can just give back to his dad, too. The love of being a titi.

Poor 24. The older one. "He's going to go to a good school, maybe get into sports--" though-- "Maybe something with his height." He'll be super tall, nearly as tall as Monarch. "Whatever 24 had hidden, well. We'll meet him in hell one day and ask."

She has no qualms about where they'll go, if there's anything later. Her expression brightens again. "I've seen him try to copy the laugh." She bounces him a little. "He's still got some work to do."