Lion Head Mesa with the warmth of the sun

"um, w-well." now the neb was a bit throw off. that was... certainly another course of action.

"ah would prefer t' have a, a um, a someone who'd help wi' raisin' now n maybe someday, in case of - ra forbid - mah health failin', be accepted as th' new guardian wi'outh a hitch." the neb bit his lip, on the side where the pharaoh couldn't see.

it would feel downright villainous, to repay tavina and her girl's immeasurable kindness - by making them little more than nannies.