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-It would be strange,- she acknowledged without batting an eyelash, -but only until those guys are a little older, I think.- She motioned toward the back of the Hobbit Hole. -Then it probably won’t matter so much. Speaking of them, let’s continue this inside.-

Hotah needed a minute anyhow, she could tell. Towhee tossed him an amused glance, then padded into the dim interior of the Hobbit Hole. The three pups were still fast asleep, entirely unbothered by their mother’s brief absence. She resisted the urge to nose them, instead huffing out a breath and glancing at Hotah before sliding to the dirt floor.

-Yes, of course I’ll teach you Ptero, right alongside our kids. You all should be fluent in it,- the Elder stated matter-of-factly, eyes brushing fondly over the trio of neonates. -It’s become my language of choice, ever since,- she continued, pointing at her mouth, -but it’s the only language Jr speaks.-

And that was probably why he was asking. Towhee resisted the urge to raise a brow, not wanting Hotah to read anything but approval from her. But she did wonder why her suggestion had caught him off guard. Was it just the initial weirdness of such a proposition? It was kind of endearing, whatever its cause. She idly wondered if it would just make things weirder if she took on the role of cheerleading matchmaker.