"Yeah," she says, shooting Aeryn a bemused look at the word 'youngling,' "she's not so bad."
Ianna has something of a sixth sense for when she's being discussed, and all of her clever ploys for attention have failed thus far; she raises her arms to be picked up, and she says crankily, "Eh! Eh!"
"--Alright, alright already." Plourr leans down and scoops Ianna up, with an added small toss at the end. Ianna squeals a bright, delighted laugh.
"You don't seem that surprised to see me with her," Plourr says to Aeryn, settling Ianna in her arms. "Everybody else's jaw has practically fallen off. I'm guessing Crichton mentioned seeing us. If he did or if he didn't-- Aeryn, this is Princess Ianna Estillo-Pernon. Monster, this is your Auntie Aeryn." She jiggles the baby, and both of them are grinning, though only one can properly be classified as a shavit-eating smirk.
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Ianna has something of a sixth sense for when she's being discussed, and all of her clever ploys for attention have failed thus far; she raises her arms to be picked up, and she says crankily, "Eh! Eh!"
"--Alright, alright already." Plourr leans down and scoops Ianna up, with an added small toss at the end. Ianna squeals a bright, delighted laugh.
"You don't seem that surprised to see me with her," Plourr says to Aeryn, settling Ianna in her arms. "Everybody else's jaw has practically fallen off. I'm guessing Crichton mentioned seeing us. If he did or if he didn't-- Aeryn, this is Princess Ianna Estillo-Pernon. Monster, this is your Auntie Aeryn." She jiggles the baby, and both of them are grinning, though only one can properly be classified as a shavit-eating smirk.