Gary rubbed his eyes, the subtle ache in his lower back keeping him upright as he held a spoonful of nectar towards you. Your fluffy antennae twitched as you took the spoon into your mouth, humming and softly kicking your legs.

“ You're a handful, pumpkin. “ He signed as he let go of the spoon. You were a White Ermine Moth hybrid, and he offered to care for you.

Gary pulled the spoon away from your mouth and offered you a sippy cup, which was full of sugary milk. “ Drink it. “ He signed.