"None have managed to kill each other yet," Nessie chirruped earnestly. She hadn't ever had one of her hatchlings actually kill another but they were an aggressive breed and, she felt, prone to being tetchy. She'd broken up many a fight but they usually only resulted in a few scars and minor healing. For everyone.
She clinked her glass against the other woman's and knocked a gulp before she returned to conversation. She recalled Brigid's recent journal entry and waved a hand as she tried to get her brain to fill in all the facts. "What about you. With the team? What's happening?"