[Onscreen, a goodish-sized robotic cat with a large-ish egg cradled lovingly in her arms. If Cait seems not to mind the awful wailing noise the egg seems to be making, it's because she doesn't. She's a robot. A robot with what would sound to those familiar with it to be a scottish accent. Long story.]

There now, that's better! We'll have a little chat, an all-mummies chat!

[Cait hugs the egg closer, a wide smile on her face. She seems to have made a little cape for it, to match her own.]

Reeve is busy with some project or other, so since she's too busy to be this little one's mummy, she's entrusted me with the responsibility. But! Having a wee bairn like this isn't only work. No, it's fun! Sure, it cries a bit, but who wouldn't, being shut up in an egg!

But I don't want to be selfish, so I'm going to share with you my patented parenting tips! First! singing. Do lots of this. Don't worry about sounding grand, just sing out, make it up as you go along! Second. Play games! Dress-up, Hide-and-Seek, Peek-a-Boo, and the like! Entertainment is key. Take long walks together in the dark! That sort of thing. Don't roll the little one along though, it doesn't seem to like that much. Caution is key!

So! What do you have to say for yourselves, mummys? Is there anything you can teach me about wee ones? I can learn equally well from success or failure!

...

[Cait has brought up a mirror on the Vine, and it remains up. When Reeve and Sephiroth return from their business elsewhere in the Gardens, it is still up, yet they don't notice it right away.

Once they enter, the egg stops crying in their presence, but they don't turn toward it right away. Sephiroth leans in and kisses Reeve's mouth, no careful nor gentle kiss. But then she breaks away, and turns toward Cait Sith's charge. (It's nice to have a robot babysitter.)]

I don't understand the point of this exercise.

[It takes Reeve a moment to get her breath, and when when she does it takes her another moment to formulate a response. She chuckles warmly, giving the egg a glance before turing her attention back to Sephiroth, who she hasn't seen all day.]

I take it you're referring to our guest and not the kiss? I'd have to agree.

I certainly didn't mean the kiss. I mean yet another pointless, profitless task we're meant to carry out, supposed to teach us a lesson or encourage bonding. I'd say I grew weary of it, but I always have been.

I know, I know. In some ways, some of the more benign events put me in mind of the sort of tasks a child might set. It's hard to find any pattern in such a jumble! At least Cait seems pleased.

It's very childish. As long as Cait enjoys it, at least we can ignore it, for the most part. There are other things I'd rather do.

[With this, she kisses Reeve again.]

...

[[OOC: Feel free to reply to Cait earlier or directly to Sephiroth and Reeve later once they come in. Red text is Cait, green is Sephiroth, and blue is Reeve.]]

[The vine feed opens to the rather startling image of a pair of glaring red eyes and a smile full of pointed teeth. After a few moments the owner of the odd face retreats a bit, revealing herself as a humanoid clothed in a hooded jacket with cat-like ears perched atop her head. Seemingly annoyed that the mirror in question was not cooperating with whatever her strange mind thought it should do, the cat-girl settles on once more thrusting her face against the mirror's reflective surface and dragging her tongue along it as one would a lolipop. Seeing that even this course of action seems to be having no effect, the defeated cat girl plops herself upon the ground with her arms crossed in an annoyed manner across her chest. ]

Come on! Show Tao something interesting already, TV thingy!