The Underworld Trials of Luna
I laugh a little and oblige.
“Pups come,” Midnight says, quite authoritative and proud, holding her hands together in front of her in a cup shape, like she’s scooping water from a stream. “When you go to bed with your mate. And then he…gives you a pup!”
We all stare at her for a second and then, as one, we all work very hard not to smile.
“And where,” Laila says, her voice curious. “Does the pup come from?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Midnight says, dropping her hands and leaning back on them with a shrug like the details can’t possibly matter. “He probably calls it up from the air, like you do with all of the snacks and the presents.”