"No," Katta says, rolling his eyes.

"How about now?"

"Nope."

"And now?"

"N—wait, hold on, I did!"

"Really?!"

"No, you twat, it's still two minutes."

"But maybe they registered the time wrong—maybe it's not the exact moment of birth—maybe—"

"They do make sure to register the exact time in the case of twins for this reason," Laura says from where she's sitting at the table, smiling in amusement at her sons.

"Nnnnnghhh!"

Katta pats him on the head. "There, there. You'll be fine. It's just—" glance at clock—"another minute."

Bounce bounce bounce.

And one minute, thirteen seconds later: "—oh, I got it."

"What is it what is it tell me what do you feel what do you have what you got come on what is iiiiiit?"

"Don't know, yet. Feels like—hmm." He closes his eyes. "Can you walk away somewhere?"

"Yeah!" He bounces off, then thinks to be silent, and sneaks away.

Katta, meanwhile, points, unerringly, at where his twin is. "Okay, yeah, I have some weird sense of where you are."

Sadde runs back. "Really? Oh, man, what else—what can you do with it, if your bonus is tracking me that's gonna be so lame, can you track mom—"

"Not mom, just you. But that's not all, I got... I don't know, a different thing. Weird. It's on my skin."

"What do you mean it's on your skin?"

"I dunno! It's not like it's, like, touching me or something, it's just there. Sort of like my arm is there."

Bounce bounce bounce.

"Would you calm down, doofus, bouncing is not gonna make me get it faster."

Sadde walks to the sofa and sits on his hands and purses his lips.

And Katta closes his eyes and breathes deeply.