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Still slightly out of it, she squinted at him. Grasshoper? In the winter? Had to be a pretty tough grasshoper, she reasoned, as they seemed to vanish in the fall. She expected more bugs to freeze solid in the snows, though perhaps he had seen some other kind of snow insect, which would be pretty cool...a wince of pain brought her back to now, and she set on her haunches, not too keen on moving anytime soon. Finding Sunny's snow insect would have to be something pursued another time, as she was currently more focused on her pain. 

The two-month old continued, something about something cool, and finding herself intruiged once again by the uncanny amount of words the tiny boy knew (for they seemed odd coming out of such a small child), she nodded. It still hurt something feirce, though perhaps movement would help. Or not. She was hardly going to sit here on her but, however.