Rizon raised his brows at the jab from Seferia, but didn’t react beyond a small laugh. He quickly shrugged it off, setting the now distended male hatchling next to his sister on the mat in front of him.
“I should hope the babies mean a legitimate reason for more rations,” He grunted. “More mouths to feed, more food.”
“And I am not a baby,” He said finally. “I’m almost sexually mature. I can… well. I can do the deed and impregnate somebody. I think that counts.”