[[Sam and Juni on a couch, a pile of Aikengyu pups beside them]]
Sam: So how much have you gotten back?
Juni: I dunno yet. Some? A lot? It’s hard to tell. I’ll see or think of something and just remember, but I don’t really know what to think about first.
Juni: I mean, for everyday things and places and such. Time-wise I’m still messed up. I still have no idea about history.
[[Juni tweaks Sam’s udder]]
Sam: Ow, stop that. Those’re sensitive.
Juni: Hee, sorry. Your mammal bits just look so weird to me.
Sam: Pfft. You monotremes are weird.
Cynthia: Hey, sis, they done feeding?
Juni: Although I do seem to remember a time when your sister at least humored you.
Cynthia: Hey, Sam’s being a better mother than I am.
Sam: That’s an odd way to say “udder.”