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Tiger did in fact take a seat and relax, tilting her head head as her sister spoke. "Well, if that's the case, you're an aunt of twenty." Tiger loved pine-cones, and although she hadn't yet taken pinecones into her arms to keep... well, still! "I mean, they're all... around somewhere..." Tiger was perfectly aware she'd make a bad mom. At least, at this point in her life. The brood of Perry's she adored, but to have sole responsibility of however many babies... she didn't know how any parent could do it.

"Are you gonna name the pinecone after me?" She asked, her own expression totally serious. "It's the only guarantee you'll have a cool pinecone, Frog. Otherwise... it's all up in the air."