" Troupe master?" The young bug knight came in with a loaf of banana bread. " You mated now so does that mean your mate is the mother of the troupe?"
Grimm practically chokes on a flame, having to spit it out and shake his head. “No! No that does not make him mother of the troupe! It would make him father of the troupe if he wished to be it, just like I am the father of the troupe! There is no reason to go calling a man by a matronly title unless he himself wishes to be called such!”
The moth catches himself. “I apologize for the outburst, but… still. I wouldn’t truly know if it would make him father of the troupe. It isn’t something I’ve discussed with him.”













