“Heh, he’s our son and I like to spoil him as much as you do,” Desiree replied. “Hm… Definitely sounds like PMS to me, but I don’t even know if you elves get it.”
Shrugging to herself, Desiree walked away to get a serving to eat as well. Soon enough, she returned to the lounge so that she could sit next to her mate.
“So, what’s on your mind that has you so bothered?”