Learning to talk

“Okay Charon. I want you to grow up to be big and strong.”

“Make-up dada!”

“Oh... what about sports? Baseball? Football?”

“...”

“Fine, fine. That's okay!”

“Money. Grandad is obsessed with it.”

“Mon-ey.”

“Planet. You're from a different one.”

“Plan-it!”

“Exactly! Such a clever boy.”

“Planets are in space.”

“Pace!”

“We go to space in a rocket.”

“Rock-it!”

“Or you get abducted by one of those space cars and get penetrated by aliens.”

“Penny-trate!”

“Oh god no, please don't repeat that!”

No, Charon, you cannot propose to your uncle.

“Sometimes, Ari, I just want to die.”

“Don't we all? But I'd rather focus on other people dying.”

“That's why you have issues.”

“Nuclear weapons are bad for the environment.”

The triplets all together. They're having a interesting conversation.

They were all in order. I suppose they're talking about Tate. “He's a politician, but he used to kill people for money!”

“A true politician should care about justice.”

“Fuck the police!”

Those are some heavy topics there between the babies. Hopefully they're all in agreement that a former hitman with 6 messed up children, a porn star wife and an evil vampire ex-mother-in-law is not the best candidate for mayor.

What is Olivia up to, anyway?

“For an older lady, you're not half bad.”

“Hmph. Well, I have been around the block a few times.”

“I'll be seeing you later, then.”

“Wait a minute.”

“Whoa...”

“Now then sugar, you love me very much, don't you?”

“Y-Yes, I do.”

“Then why don't we move in together? That would be lovely, wouldn't it?”

“I'd love it!”

“And of course, because I'm a lot older and a lot more responsible, you'll sign the house over to me, won't you? Then we can live happily together, as a proper couple.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling. Now let's get those papers signed, shall we?”

“Not half bad?! I'll show him!”