Lola and Silo sat on the floor, eyeing the children lined up on the long couch. They gulped, both overwhelmed by the sudden addition—Silo especially. The twins were already too much for him, but another four?! Not one, not two, but four?! And babies, no less!
The twins grinned at either end, while four smaller children sat neatly between them.
Silo slid his gaze to Lola, who hissed back immediately, as if she'd already read the unspoken accusations on his face.
"Chacha, Second?" Lola cleared her throat. "These four are…?" They aren't abducted, right?
"Cousins!!" the twins chorused, proudly turning to the little ones. "This is…"
"Chacha!" one baby mumbled.
"Chacha!" echoed the next.
The third chimed in, "Chacha!"
Lola and Silo's faces twitched, then contorted further when the fourth piped up: "Thirty!"
"Thirty?" Silo repeated blankly, only for Second to explain:
"Thirdy," he said, holding up three fingers. "Because he's the third placer, the oldest among them!"
