Okay, so now they had one annoyed little girl with wings, one human clutching a pillow over his junk, and one Alana. Who'd at least had a second more to get used to being called Mama. She licked her lips and tried to get her composure back.

"I think Jessica said something about this," she realized. "Like, sometimes random kids show up."

She looked over to the little girl. "So ... you're our random kid, huh?," she asked, sounding just thrilled.