"Well, you know what they say about my genetic material." Actually, she thinks maybe he doesn't know that. And that might be for the best. "Competition was fierce."

She takes the contact with her horns as implicit permission to touch the pomp, which she does, absently messing with it - as much as she can with something so utterly glued down.

"That sounds pretty much like the best to me. Everclearly, I am down for the visitation." She likes that much about Sburb - has she said that before. Probably. A lot. Tipsily, when she can't remember.