Uncle Sebby
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Oh, gods. It woke up. It woke up and it was making noises. Sebastian's fur raised ever further, a slight wince on his face. Gods, why did he have to deal with this? He wasn't a nurse, or a trained puppysitter, or anything of the sort. He deplored spending time with children...

"No..." he managed to say, saffron eyes kept on the little fuzzy thing. Why on earth would he have milk? Just... no. He had wine, not milk. And somehow, Sebastian imagined wine would not be the best choice of drinks.

"Where is Ismeme? Or one of the other women? Or... a cow?" he suggested. They had cows, didn't they? Yes, he was quite sure they did. He had no idea of the difference between a mother's milk and a cow's milk. Why would he? He had deliberately shied away from most maternal and paternal education.


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