Sun Mote Copse Basket

Maybe she was tired - she certainly looked it, though he knew that particular observation would earn him a snap - but her retort made him feel better.  A sense of humor meant she was at least feeling okay, and nothing bad had followed.  

Probably right, he allowed, with a grin back.  He was damn proud of their family's reputation and the fact that he'd brought two more hell raisers into the world (well, done a very small part) was magnificent.

Shit, names.  We could do the family tradition.  Name one sneezebongin and the other tigglefaggle but give them useable names like duck and stick.  He said, eyes glittering with mischief.  Okay, okay, actual suggestion.  You liked horses, right?  I liked Bronco.  It was a hell of a lot better than Nag.  No fuckin way he was naming a poor kid that.