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Amestru grins at him. "Twins are born at the same time... from the same mommy... but not from eggs. Twins from eggs would have to be hatched from the same egg..."

"Dat be weawwy cowded...." exclaims Kyara in alarm. "How dey get anudder babiiiii in dat egg?"

"I wanna know how dey get a babby in a mommy..." echoes Kero worriedly.

Amestru realizes he's opened a rather large can of worms and blushes bright red. He is saved from replying by Lyssan returning with a bottle of Uncle Bob's ointment.

She eyes the group with a grin and laughs. "Okay, which one of ye asked him about the birds and the bees? It's the only thing I know that would make him blush like that."

"Siwwy Mommy, we wuf tawkin aboff eggs noff bees." replies Kero wisely.

Kyara nods in agreement. "Daddy sawd you wuf a twin... wassant yer egg cowded?"

"Egg? Crowded? Ame, what were you teaching those children now. I wasn't born from an egg." echoes Lyssan worriedly.

Lyssan laughs and gathers him up. "Here... let me give you a dose of this to help heal your paw and while we eat, I'll try to unravel a few mysteries... beginning with the fact that not all babies come from eggs or hard eggs anyway."

"Huh?" cries Kyara in confusion. "Why noff eggs? I comes frum egg... Egg wash nice."

Kero nods vigorously, though he isin't too certain his egg was all that nice. He vaguely remembers it being rather crowded towards the end.

As Lyssan administers a dose of the ointment to him, a few small fox like servants carry in a feast of easy to carry about food stuffs. They place it on the table then ask Amestru if there was anything else they might need.

The kami shakes his head. "I don't think so. We'll probably be out here most of the afternoon, so if anyone wants us, tell them to look for us here," he advises them as they leave then begin to portion out the food onto the plates.

Lyssan picks him up and sets him on her lap, while she nibbles on a few things Ame has given her. "So what do you wish to know?" she asks the dragons with a grin. "It really isn't all that hard to explain..."

She winks at Amestru and laughs when he blushes once again. "Oh, don't get a bee in yer britches, Ame... I'm going to give them the abridged version."

Lyssan chuckles softly and scratches Kero's ears distracting him from his absentminded destruction of her dress.

"Daddies and Mommies work together to make babies, little ones. It is a very special, very private thing between them. And each race, each clan, has a different way of approaching this. It is something you will learn as you grow older... like many other things you will learn. If we taught the little ones how to make little ones, we'd be eyebrow deep in babies with no one old enough to raise them. And a baby who has no true Mommy or Daddy to take care of them is a very sad thing indeed, don't you agree?"

Kya nods slowly as she thinks about this, remembering the fact that she had no Mommy or Daddy to begin with, something she is very much aware of, even if these two very strange scaleless grownups have deemed it upon themselves to love and shelter her. She really doesn't dwell on it over much. She's far too young to consider the consequences and to her a Mommy and a Daddy is whatever grownup who has chosen to love you at that moment. But Kero is confused. He has always seen Lyssan as his Mommy. Didn't that funny big snake say she was?

Lyssan ses his confusion and smiles. "Daddy and I love you very much, Kero. And yes, for now, I AM your Mommy. Just as I am Kya's Mommy. A Mommy is someone who loves and cares for the children she takes care of... but there is another definition of the word Mommy and that is one who gives birth to children. Let's see... how to explain this..."

She thinks for a bit then nods with a soft smile, hugging him close. "You remember what I said about Mommies and Daddies working together, right?"

Kero nods slowly wondering where this is going.

She laughs and shakes her head. "Well... when a Mommy and Daddy make a baby, it comes out very very very small, so small and so tiny it needs a safe place in which to grow bigger. So the Mommy carries it inside her to keep it safe. But some types of Mommy find this difficult to do this for a long enough time, so they have learned how to create small safe places outside of them, that keep the baby safe, warm and fed, until he or she is big enough and strong enough to come out. We call those eggs. You came from such a safe place. Kya, you did, too. But Ame and I did not. Our Mommies carried us inside of them until we were big enough to come out into the world without an egg to keep us safe."

Lyssan laughs heartily. "Remember... I said all babies start out very very small and the babies which grow inside of the Mommy usually don't get that big... of course as far as my brother is concerned... well, he's always been a bit big for his britches."

Amestru chuckles softly as he refills her plate and add more to Kero's and Kya's as well. "That is an understatement if ever I've heard one... Eat up, kids... you need to eat plenty of food if you wish to grow up big and strong like your Uncle Jor."

Lyssan scratches Kya under the chin with her fingertip. "I don't think Kya here will ever get that large... but don't worry, little one. Great things often come in small packages."

Lyssan laughs heartily. "Foxy in spirit, maybe... but in the flesh? Naw... Let's just say you've met him and leave it at that... but as for being a fox, nope. he just hasn't got the legs for it."

"Lyssie, don't tease the kid... andf Kero, if you continue to eat like that and try to talk with food in your mouth, you are going to choke..." sighs Amestru shaking his head.

Kyara flies over to Amestru's shoulder and preens. "He gots no wegs? Wuff gots no wegs?" she demands to know.

"My brother." laughs Lyssan merrily.

Kero had made some progress into devouring the tail section of the fish when suddenly the door to the cabinet is swung open with some force.

"Yes, Mistress, I have the fish right here... shall I put it on the table?"

It was one of Champhy's helpers, the small dark furred one they called Margo, and she was far too intent on her discussion with Champhy to pay attention to what was before her. Kero tried to swallow and hide at the same time, only to have her snatch him up in a firm, none too friendly hug, thinking he was the tuna.

"Erk! Urp!" Kero began to choke and cough, frightening them both. Panicking, the maid drops him, just as he manages to dislodge the lump in his throat along with half the contents of his stomach, all over the prize fish he had been eating but moments before. Realizing he was in some serious trouble, Kero darts from the cabinet, only to fly straight into Champhy, who upon seeing him come from there, knows only all to well what he's been up to.

"Come back here you little trouble maker. That was to be served for Keveka's life day celebration. How dare you sneak a bite before it's been prepared!" she shouts snatching at him as he bounces back.

Truly frantic now, Kero begins flying in circles about the kitchen upsetting bowls and causing general mayhem about the large airy room. Waving her spoon, Champhy struggles to contain his mischief, but only serves to frighten him more. Looking back across his shoulder, he sees her gaining on him and spits to ward her off, then moans out loud as he sees his acid land square on top of a rather large beautiful cake. He is taking this in, even as he finds himself crashing into an enormous kettle that had been hung over the sink to dry, knocking it to the ground where it lands miraculously upright. For a brief fleeting moment, Kero sees freedom, an open window not but a few feet away, then everything goes dark.

"Aha, I've got you now!" chortles Champhy angrily, slamming a lid down atop the pot. It is only when she has finally cornered the dragon that the enormity of what he's done begins to sink in. Suddenly overwhelmed, never has she failed to create a fabulous meal for the life days of Lyssan's younglings, be they blood born or otherwise, but with the meal but a few hours away, the kitchen is in shambles.

Something heavy comes down hard on the top of the pot, sealing him in. It is a good thing the lid isn't a snug fit, so he is getting a touch of fresh air at the edges of the rim, but he's in the dark and quite close to panicking all over.

Out in the kitchen, unaware of the small dragon's fear of the dark, Champhy sits on the pot and sends Margo for the mistress. "Tell Laddy Lyssan there is a serious change in plans for Keveka's party." sighs the water horse heavily. "I have no idea what we are going to do, but I'll think of something... I have to. I certainly do not want to disappoint the boy."