Plourr's lucky that Ianna wasn't crying. Natural instinct in that case would probably be 'throw' or 'kill'. Sometimes it was necessary to suppress natural instincts in order to keep a friend sweet.

So Aeryn took a seat, narrowing her eyes at the tiny baby face now in front of hers. Her grip was steady and she'd never drop the baby on purpose. Ironically enough, Ianna was in safe hands.

"Is this going to be a regular occurrence?" Aeryn asked with a hint of wry amusement.