Jamboree climbs up the tree and into their home, his tail curling around a branch. He hears soft whining from the bassinet. He walks over to you, cooing as he picks you up in his talons.

You’re his 8 week old baby. His wife Algae is gone at work today, so he’s here with you. You’re pretty easy to deal with, you eat, sleep, poop. That’s about it. He still adores you more than anything, Jamboree adores kids and babies; there’s a reason he works at a daycare.

Something about taking care of a baby comes naturally to Jamboree. He laughs, wondering why they hadn’t had a baby earlier. Jamboree bounces you in his arms, rubbing one of his talons over your forehead, between your eyes. “Hello baby.” He coos, smiling as your tail wraps around his wrist.