Dawn Treader Valley while exploring this otherwise-impossible space

What are you, a barnacle? Towhee playfully groused as Bushtit clung to his older sister. Dude, get off her before I have to pry you off. Go on, git! she said, poking at the boy’s ribs until he had no choice but to release and wriggle away from his mother’s tickles.

As soon as he was out of the way, Towhee went in for her own hug. It would’ve lasted longer if the smell of vomit hadn’t turned her stomach. It only bothered her because she was worried about her lookalike’s well-being, though as soon as they parted, Jr at least put that worry to rest.

Ho’damn, she blurted, delighted but decidedly surprised by this news. -You’re not old enough for that shit, are you?- she teased, shaking her head. -And how are we feeling about this? And how was your first Towheat™? Did you go nuts for D? Who’s the daddies? Do you know?-

She glanced over at Bushtit, who made a face at her, though his eyes danced in amusement at his mother’s familiar antics. Huffing out a laugh, Towhee’s orange eyes returned to their mirror images, eagerly waiting for Jr to spill the tea.