"When he's done screwing the foxy," Feng replied without wasting a single moment.
Princess Felicity blinked twice before her lips parted in shock. "W–whatever do you mean by that?!" Her porcelain cheeks flushed pink, and the little royal composure she still maintained crumbled instantly.
Feng shrugged with a cheeky smirk. "What? Do you think babies are brought by storks? Wait, I forgot, you failed your biology classes, too."
"!!" The princess grew redder still, sputtering for words.
Perched comfortably on Feng's shoulder, Rosie kicked her legs idly. "Rosie knows! Babies are made when the male inserts-"
Felicity nearly leapt out of her shoes, hands flying to cover the little dryad's mouth. "I-I know too! I just didn't think that Lord Black… In the middle of the day?!"
