.... ..... Was the Badger messing with her? Is that what he was doing? Messing with her and her nerves and her babies?! "Uh huh," she replied uncertainly, putting the pieces together as he spoke. Learning that Sander was his older brother made her feel moderately better, that Badger had at least been exceptionally polite and most certainly green-thumbed.

"A bet?" she repeated, not sure if she ought to be flattered at the fact that they'd spoken about her, or upset that there was betting on her character involved. In the end she supposed there was no real harm done, so the Badger could live to see another day... it was a good thing the flesh eaters had already been fed - not that she was one for violence, ahem, she was good with jokes too, see?

"I've actually become somewhat accustomed to my babies being in danger, I've been living in a state of constant stress and trauma since starting at this school," she informed, waving it all off. As for the plant recognising him as a Strand... mmm, not likely, but he could beleive what he wanted. "It's my pleasure, I'm usually in the area, so if you find yourself under attack again, don't hesitate to call out."