Redhawk Caldera lying on the couch just chillin in my snuggie.

Lagan tried to back out of the conversation, but Fin shook her head reassuringly. Once she started something, the Blackthorn did not stop. Unless she got tired. Or bored. Or it wasn't as much fun as she thought it would be. But otherwise, she was a very determined woman. She had no idea what she was about to say to her youngest son, but once the conversation started, she was feeling much more confident about it in spite of her lack of direction.

"Yes, yes they do!" Fin responded, pleased that he knew some of this already. Only later would she stop to ask herself who the hell was telling her kids about vaginas, but for now she was just relieved. "Well, puppies are made when a male puts his dic--penis. Into a female's vagina. It's called mating," she explained. It was not lost on her how much she was leaving out, but that seemed to cover it pretty well. She'd provide the other details if he asked, which knowing her kid, would probably happen in about 26 seconds.