Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

GASPS EXCITEDLY

i's not a dummy! jadou's crackly voice shouts from the back of the roja den. sobeille had rudely woken him from his daily afternoon nap with the raunchy-smelling ear that now sat placidly in front of his face. the gall! the audacity! you be de dummy, dummy.
in all fairness, jadou did not yet know what to make of his older siblings, either. sobeille was the only one he had grown familiar with in any sense, and she was certainly... a person who existed.
wut is dat? he prods at the offering with an extended toe, concern sweeping the pudgy little face. his glare is pitiful as he stares up at the elder seagirl.