“So, Midori, what is this place? What’s the deal? What’s with the baby treatment?” Dante asked. Midori stared at him blankly for a moment before spitting out her pacifier.

“Blablahbooblebooble!” was her reply, as a stream of drool ran down her chin. She turned over to all fours, with her butt in the air as she started to crawl towards Dante, babbling all the way.

“I think she likes you,” came an unfamiliar voice from behind. Dante turned around to see, Lysa squatting on all fours. Her face reddened a little bit, and she grunted. The back of her diaper puffed out a little bit and Dante’s face contorted as he realized what she was doing.