Blackfeather Woods i've got a little black book with my poems in

Strange, if there was just one with many limbs. The thought tickled her fancy; Maegi smirked, openly, not bothering to hide the expression from Parvati. She felt an absurd urge to laugh and choked it down, instead nodding, eyes shifting toward the burgeoning belly.

The more, the merrier, she remarked, shrugging. She turned to pad away, quite suddenly, and flopped down next to Ninazu, nuzzling the pile (but breathing through her mouth, so as to avoid the stench. My, her children were smelly!). I'm just happy we'll all be one big family. How amazing.

It was more or less an invitation for Parvati to exit gracefully. What kind of conversation did one have with a woman who insisted on speaking to literal feces?