Redhawk Caldera Henry Knight

"Well, with your record on being grounded, I doubt you will get out of here, even if you are 72 years old. So do not bother about being six or nine months old. Think long term - as in forever," Dwin said with a solemn expression. She was exaggerating, of course, because she knew her parents well. That you will never go out again usually lasted for a few days, a week and a half at most. Things may have changed recently, but she had not followed up, since the discipline of kids was not within her jurisdiction. 

"What is that you want to do?" she asked out of interest, assuming that in this semi-sleeping state Frolic would have enough attention span to keep the conversation on topic for few minutes at least. Dwin lied down on her belly and turned her head to face her sister.