Boi-oi-oing.
The smell in the barn was a surprisingly pleasant one. Asgard was a pretty magical place, though, Frankie found. Her few short months there had been pretty amazing. "Have you got names for these two?" Frankie asked Troy. "Can one be Djali?" She grinned at Troy, as she cuddled the newest of Troy's pets. "The other one could be...ooh, Django!" she grinned triumphantly. "Yes, perfect."
She laughed and set the babies back down with their mother. Her hand stroked Lambso's coat, lightly. "Do you have your outfit picked out for the Yule ball?" Man, she loved saying that.