As Lili and Chacha made small talk, Mikh'a was not deterred from his latest object of affection. Even as Gran's little hooves shuffled in place and his snorts of agitation filled his little fluffy ears, Mikh'a continued cuddling onto him like he was some sort of plush. A hoofed, annoyed, snorting, piglet plush!
"Ahh...sounds like a tempermental house pet to a degree. Should I try and dislodge Mikh'a again?" Gran didn't seem harmful to Lili, but the more annoyed he seemed to be getting the more concerned she became for her son. Mikh'a continued to have the time of his life however, letting out another coo of 'oinky, oinky!" as if the baby behemoth was simply turning this into a game.
"Ahh...sounds like a tempermental house pet to a degree. Should I try and dislodge Mikh'a again?" Gran didn't seem harmful to Lili, but the more annoyed he seemed to be getting the more concerned she became for her son. Mikh'a continued to have the time of his life however, letting out another coo of 'oinky, oinky!" as if the baby behemoth was simply turning this into a game.
