GLoG 93: Something something something babies

[Ironsmith]

[Watching Daycare]

"You can't." Braon confesses. "I'm a habitual liar and a pathological trickster, not to mention a colossal jerk. But, hey, at least you know that going in." She sighs and lets her vines extend enough to re-balance herself on the branches. "But if it helps, you'd sort of monopolize my attention. I've got nobody to betray you to, and not a lot to gain by crossing you." She shrugs. "Which makes trust irrelevant, really."