baby snatchin

Carrying the four wayward grandchildren back to her picnic skins, she dropped the one she had grabbed and settled herself down with a sigh. Politics could wait a little longer, this was the first time she had seen them since their birth. "You've all grown so much." She smiled, gesturing to the food that was laid out, "and you've travelled so far. I didn't quite hear much more than you wanting to stay. Would you mind letting me know why so I can make sure to give you all the right rank?" She tipped her head and began to make herself some tea. The children were welcome to eat first if they would prefer, of course, but there were some formalities to go over first.

"speech"