The baby giggled around the nipple in reply to the sound of the pretty woman’s melodious voice. It hadn’t the faintest idea what Krystyn was saying, but it liked the attention it was getting as it filled its tummy with the rich warm formula. As the baby giggled, it let a rivulet of formula-laden drool run out of the corner of his mouth and down the side of his cheek, causing Krystyn to smile as she said, “The little baby seems to like his new name, so Percival it is! Of course, Percival is much to pretentious to call a little baby, so I’ll call you ‘Percy’! ‘Percy” has such a nice sweet ring to it that it almost sounds feminine. But I’m sure that doesn’t matter to little Percy.

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