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[solitusvir]

Hedwig laid eight eggs in the end. Seven of them hatched and one died. I think Hedwig knew the bad egg would, though. I suppose things like this happen.

The babies are really soft. The flight feathers are going to start growing in soon. It'll be nice to see them learn how to fly.

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[silverfringe]

Please tell me you haven't got names picked out.

Somehow I already know the answer.

[silverfringe]

You could always levitate them and swing them around a bit. It might prepare them for flying.

Fine. Ten.

[solitusvir]

I'm sure your owl and Hedwig would try to peck my eyes out.

Thirty. At least.

[silverfringe]

You'd deserve it, dragging me out there. Sweet vindication.

Twenty. And you'd still owe me.

[solitusvir]

I'm not dragging you. You said you'd go yourself!

Twenty five?

[silverfringe]

I never specified how long, and neither did you.

And no. Twenty. That's halfway in between ten and thirty.

[solitusvir]

We are right now, aren't we?

If you stay longer, I'm not owing you any more than I am.

[silverfringe]

Not the point.

We'll see.

[solitusvir]

I suppose we will.