adults talking

From what she saw, the first names were perfection.  There wasn't much for the little things to do besides eat, poo, and sleep.  Fascinating, and this said without an ounce of sarcasm.  That something so complex as an adult could start out as such a little, simple brain.  It freaked her out a little, but it was also a little overwhelmingly great.

"She'll have her hands full.  Then again, so will you.  I think poop'll be the least of your worries in a few weeks."  Once they started moving, oh man.  All bets were off.  "How does it feel?  Is it... great?  I mean aside from the poop and the whole nipple-vamp thing."  She asked this a bit tentatively, not sure if she wanted to know the answer but wishing for it regardless.  The play at the end made it easier to ask, a bit less serious an inquiry.

One of the kids seemed to somehow have taken a particular interest in her, though what drew the sensory-deprived blob to her was unknown to Danica.  She watched as it windmilled, but didn't immediately approach, old habits of keeping her distance dying hard in this case. She hadn't been around many pups this tiny.