Sun Mote Copse we're not weird, we just seem like we are.

Fin watched as the little boy continued to struggle. Another mother or sitter probably would've helped him get back to his feet, but she wasn't one of those. She raised fighters, and she wanted Elwood Junior Junior to get there on his own. Which he did, after only a bit of struggle.

She grinned proudly as he wobbled to his feet and began stumbling once again towards the mouth of the den. "Your brother is a determined little honeybee," she commented with a glance down at the still sleeping Weejay, "You might need some work if you're gonna keep up." The little girl stretched sleepily in response, rolled a little, and snuggled back into her side. Fin shrugged and looked back at her grandson as he made his escape. She'd let him get a little further before she intervened. Seemed like a good reward for his mischievous behavior.