Frowning, Kitty took the seat across from her, stared fixedly at Joe for a long while before she spoke. "I don't know," she murmured. "He's still young, you know?" Refraining from going into one of her baby development tangents, Kitty sighed, mouth twisted to the side as she thought and shrugged. "But you always hear about how twins have a special bond. Baby intuition. So maybe." Looking up at Wicked, she offered her a small smile, rueful smile. "What were you thinking, Wick?"