Redhawk Caldera There are a hundred boys and girls.

Pleased to have everything settled, Dove accepted the rest of what Peregrine had to say without so much as a peep of protest; although, she raised her brows at the mention of her relatives. How many of her sisters had come through here? That'd be something to ask Fox, most likely. Something to bond over. She didn't particularly feel like talking to this guy for much longer, no matter his involvement in her sister's life.

Thus Dove focused upon the lack of male bodies. That was always a good distraction.

"So I've heard. Its a pity too, I thought that there'd be more than one person after my sister - but I see you've taken care of that, hm." She smirked at this, trying to sound pleasant, joking with her tone, but there was a smugness running through the core of her speech. As Dove turned towards the lake, she became dismissive, her tone playful but strained. "I've never seen Fox so, so... Round."

It was true though. Fox had a great big belly - a big red belly - swinging around like an exercise ball upon her middle. Dove found the mental image (and the physical one) to be quite entertaining.