"No other siblings?"

"Did your parents get divorced or are they poor or - sorry, that's a personal question," says Cadra.

Snort. "Parents not divorced, not poor. Want children. Have children, Illia and Odette. Don't want other children."

"- oh!" says Cadra. "I bet it's like in - I forget the title - there's a book where -"

"Cadra," says the senator.

"It's relevant! There was a book where the aliens in it wanted children but they didn't want babies in particular, just children."

...Nod. "Want babies in particular?"

"Yes. In spring. One year olds are pretty close, that's why eight is a number people might stop at, you space them -"

"Spring?"

"It's a season?" says Cadra.

"- Amentans can only conceive children in the spring," clarifies the senator.

"Oh. Aliens can conceive children anything seasons."

"That sounds distracting," says Cadra. "Well, I guess you don't spring like we do but still."

"Don't think children unless want children now," she shrugs.

"Wow."

"...Not all not think children," she amends. "Not distract."

"Even so."

Shrug.

"It's summer now," adds Cadra.

Nod. "Babies winter?"

"Some of the later conceived babies of this year will be born soon but most of them are born in late spring."

"..."

"...because they were conceived early in spring."

She appears to be inarticulately confused!

"Likely your years or pregnancies or both are different lengths."

Nod. "Length year?"

"Your days might be different too -"

Cadra takes her pocket everything and finds a clock and establishes the lengths of days and years.

Alien days are about the same, but their years are the length of an Amentan season.

And a pregnancy is yea long...