Swiftcurrent Creek That you're drowning in the water

He seemed partial to humour, and she was glad he'd received her sarcasm well- and she thought he was continuing the joke on for a moment. 

"Oh, I'm sure your children will work 'ard," She said, lifting one paw as if to examine the state of her claws in a movement that was deft, mildly vain. Her eyebrows raised. "But mine will work 'arder," She said with a grin, and laughed again. Between the two of them, she alone knew how much she dreaded doing any sort of physical labour. Arric could joke all he liked, but she knew it was inevitable that at least one out of her four children would be lackadaisical like her. 

"Taller den deir Maman soon, eh?" She said, and she puffed up her cheeks. They were certainly growing fast, then. "Ah, an' 'ow much longer before dey be taller den deir fat'er?" She asked with a grin.