Sun Mote Copse pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er.

Caught—and yet, Clover's expression didn't change. She exhaled a soft, hummed, "Mmmhm," as she nodded in tandem with the sound. "Still as shitty and stinky as the last time I saw you," Clover agreed, as she ducked her head in an attempt to avoid Finely's teeth; the effort was fruitless. 

Though Clover's spirit of sentimentalism was distracting, she did not miss Finley's mention of a little sister. Sure, she had had little brothers, but this was different. "What, what? No fuckin way," she exclaimed, reaching forward to bump her mother's shoulder with her snout. "I have a little sister now?" Not wanting to get too ahead of herself, she added, "I mean, I'm not surprised that you and Dad popped out some more kids, but I don't know, I wasn't expecting another sister!" Fiadh was cool and all, but this was a new sibling that she could corrupt get to know. "Are there more of 'em?" she pressed. 

To Finely's, quip, Clover finally answered, "I go wherever I hear people talking about me. You see, I've been following Tegan this entire time because of all the shit he's been talking about me." A joke, of course—all the meat in the world wouldn't entice her to follow her brother around.