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otter and skipjack. jr's gaze leaves meerkat to look at her newest niece and nephew a bit more closely; prolonging her response to the questions signed to her. to her, they are indistinguishable. two pudgy blobs that squirmed at meerkat's belly.

-they're cute,- jr signs, keeping her thoughts that they looked like fat roly-polies to herself. there were just some things she surmised one didn't say to a mother; and perhaps she would understand that kind of love one day ... but she doubted it.

-ok. i really need to socialize more.- she admits with a sheepish expression on her face. -i'm ... working on that.-

she glimpses at otter and skipjack again before her gaze goes back to meerkat and her sister's paws. -how long will they stay like that?- she asks, unsure how to articulate that she means blobby newborn stage.