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"I think so," Towhee replied, still not entirely sure she'd remembered their plans correctly. She shrugged, well aware Fen wouldn't see it. Wherever they were and whatever they were doing, it wasn't here, so it was safe to assume they were, in fact, busy.

The Regent didn't usually stare at someone while they ate, though knowing Fennec couldn't feel the weight of her gaze, she didn't bother redirecting it. When her daughter paused between bites to pose a question, Towhee tried to read her face to gauge how she felt about that hypothetical.

"Kinda? But not really?" came Towhee's honest answer. "They're not your siblings by blood, just like Uncle Elwood's and Aunt Finley's kids aren't actually related to me. But I consider them my brothers and sisters. It's up to you guys, honestly, how you want to define that relationship." She paused then guessed, "Why? Do you not like them?"