"I know, it's silly."

Sigh.

"Still, don't have to worry about it yet."

Headshake.

"Sometimes you can be unclear."

He giggles and shrugs.

He rolls his eyes. "Do you have any more questions?"

Headshake. "Thank you."

Michael puffs out his chest. "You're welcome."

Giggle.

"You should totally mate with some of my cousins when we're older. You'd make awesome babies."

Grimace.

"Aww, but they'd be cute and copy people and be grey."

He purses his lips then sighs.

"Reproduction is beautiful and horrifying. Like sunsets."

Slow blink. Headtilt.

"It makes new friends! And foes!"

"...but sunsets."

"They represent the build up of entropy over time."

"...no they don't."

"Time is the fire in which we burn. Still pretty, though."

He rolls his eyes and grins.

"So, what do you think of Sadde?"

Thoughtful pause. "He's okay."

"Wonder what Mum will do with him."