Essie
Mallow decided she would stay here. The Skitty laid down, tucking her paws beneath her chest.

"Oh. Is he." She paused for multiple seconds- considering the implications of her father being. Bad. The Skitty just assumed that that was just working entailed. She had the house to herself for the most part, and he'd drop by every few months in preparation for another journey. "That is fine." A life of solitude was an expected one for Mallow, and having an allowance was a bonus. Why would she long for a family- if her perception of one was so warped?

"Are you in danger. Out here. If your parents are dead."
Juan
*Not privy to the own self-inner-demons-analysis Grim just made, the owl scoffed and sat himself down in front of the cat.* "Me? In *Danger*? No, of course not! I *Am* The danger. I am quite the powerful individual, I'll have you know..." *He was rather smug in how he rubbed his own chin after that.* "I am an adult, after all.

"But you." *He grew less friendly and poked Mallow's nose with a feather.* "You are a child. And a child, out here, alone? Abhorrent. *Clearly,* You need an adoptive father figure such as myself. Now now, no need to be so bashful, of course I'm perfectly willing..."
Essie
"Can I have two dads." 

She didn't really oppose the idea- utterly unpassionate either way. Her dad would probably be okay with it? Mallow watched Grim bright his finger to her nose, unflinchingly watching him tap her nose. With the proposition of *Him* Being a dad, the Skitty sniffed him.

"You are small, though." Her tail flicked. 

"If a very big Dragonite. Very big. Wanted to eat me. Could you stop it. I think it would eat you too."
Juan
*Grim scratched his chin.* "Well..." *Two dads? That would be a royal heresy, or at least in bad taste. But at the same time, his dad was like 30 years older than his mom and* That *Was weird, so he's not exactly in a position to be throwing stones.* "Yes, I suppose two dads are fine."

*He raised a brow as she mentioned dragons.* "I could skewer a Dragonite without issue. Watch." *He stood up and pulled a feather from his wing- slashing it out with a `Leaf Blade` and extending it to something like a short sword. Taking a regal stance, he slashed at a tree nearby, slashing past the bark and drawing sap.* "If that were a Dragonite it'd be bleeding out on the ground and dead."