Reverie was sunning herself just outside her den when Kukutux found her, stretched out at an odd angle after an hour of struggling to find a comfortable position. Her ears twitched a little irritably as she realized someone was coming, and that meant she would have to sit up and be presentable. The irritation quickly passed when she realized it was Kukutux.
It's good to see you too, Kukutux,
She murmured, sniffing the tea as she accepted it. Oh, thank y-
Her words broke off into a gag. Her ears fell and her cheeks flushed. Sorry.
Reverie drew her face away from the tea before her throat could contract again. It didn't smell bad, yet the scent of it made her feel sick all the same.
It was the scent of dirt yesterday. I had to leave my den and find a rock to sleep on,
Humor lightened her words. It was kind of funny. In hindsight, at least; at the time she'd been very disgruntled.
Several children. Reverie wasn't sure that was a good thing. Even Blossom alone had felt like such a handful — and she'd been an angelic child, a rarity, Reverie knew that. Surely not all of her children would be so well-behaved.
She thought of her own three siblings and was filled with dread. Kukutux's question was a welcome distraction from these contemplations. Um... half, I think,
Reverie said thoughtfully. Honestly, she didn't make a habit of counting how many of her meals ended in failure. The frequency was disheartening enough without a number assigned to it. It's worse in the morning. My first meal always ends badly.