"If they're as insolent as you can be at times, I imagine your brood and those to come will simply keep calling you father," Vespa stated, now with a hoof planted on the table, letting Vespidae worm her way in and out of the holes like it was a jungle gym. You found it adorable, not just because your child was playing, but because Vespa was willingly letting it happen, and had probably even initiated it. As much of a cold hearted bitch she pretended to be, and probably still was, she seemed to have some good maternal instincts.