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"Uhh, would you like me to step out for a moment?" You ask Savanah. "It sounds like you've gotten into something where you might want some privacy to explain things."

"What!?" Savanah squeaks. "I... yeah, I'm sorry about talking about all this stuff in front of you. You're not... you don't think I'm too... loose, do you?"

"Huh? No. I'm just wanting to give you some space for yourself. It just doesn't sound like this is something you'd be comfortable with talking about in front of someone else, you're just being a good mother right now." You answer quickly. It's pretty plain to see that was another loaded term from Bunnykin culture. Probably best not to even tease at the fact having a daughter and no husband really makes it a grey area on whether or not to call her "loose."

Well, despite all her worrying, there WAS a "yeah" mixed into all of that. You stand up and slide Emily off your lap, placing her next to Savanah.

"Ehh! Are you going!?" Emily whimpers as she reaches for you.

"Just for a little bit." You tell her. "I'll be back in a little while, uhh... I just remembered I have a little bit of homework I have to do before we start dinner, so I will get that done real fast while your mommy is answering your questions."

"Mmm..." Emily grunts and then suddenly looks away and buries her face between the couch and her mother's back like she's offended and trying to hide from you.

Well, kids. She'll be back to normal by the time you get back. She'll probably forget about whatever weird offense she's taken by the time you've left the room. That in mind, you turn to address Savanah. "Well, I'll just give you two your space for a bit. I'll be back in a little while."

Now then...