Moonspear Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop

When Mira repeated herself, Osiris understood. "Very good," he drawled, his voice a pleasant rumble; already, his sister was capable—a promising indication of what the newest generation would bring. 

"Hm?" Osiris hummed, glancing at his kill as Mira motioned to it. "Do you want it? It is for you," he affirmed; unfortunately, Osiris did not comprehend the purpose of her actions.