Sun Mote Copse Rosie the Roomba

Fenn seemed appeased with what she'd been told, though Fig suspected she was less satisfied than she appeared. He searched his mind for something to add, but found nothing. He knew very little about their relatives as far as physical ailments went. Actually, as far as anything went. Just the general stuff was as much as he could recall, and he'd never really been curious to know more. He pondered that now, but the curiosity was gone just as soon as he felt himself scooped into his father's embrace. He was too old for things like cuddles from his parents, of course. But still, he was still, and even smiled a little as he nosed at Phox's fur, tail wagging gently in spite of himself.