"Who would be better suited? You're the hand, advise me," Zap teased her cousin. She'd been ousted from her spot at the far end of the table and had made her way to her Silvercloud clan, only having heard the tail-end of their conversation. "Did you say wave?" she asked, belatedly, assuming it had been in reference to children. Zap nearly locked her knees together, at that point.
"It is Jo," okay, so she'd heard more than she'd let on. She sat and took an apple slice from Forge's plate. "We need to set up a date night for us Silverclouds and our paramours," she suggested with one hand on the stirring spoon. "Then maybe you two can contribute to the next wave." Crunch.