Redhawk Caldera literally

Grimm's grateful smile nearly split her face in two. "Totally wishful." She got to her feet with all the grace of a spider on roller-skates, snatching the cooling kill and depositing it somewhere to Peregrine's left. If the family didn't snap it up, someone else would.

"Hi Wildfire!" she cooed at the tempestuous potato, settling on her belly directly in front of father and daughter. "Wanna be loud-mouthed frands when you've got better control over your bowels? My bro's girl had six - six - of you, and they were poopers. Like - omg-are-you-serious poopers. It was everywhere, all the time - you know like when a bunch of birds settle in a tree and just empty their bowels in sync? Like that." It occurred to Grimm that she should probably address the only other grown-up in the situation. She gave Peregrine a sheepish look. "Ah, so.. what colour are the other three? This lil' dame's definitely named well."