"... Ah." Ombra chewed on his lip, "The gang's not felling very festive. People have been chucking snowballs at them all morning. So I'm glad for a refuge for the day." He smiled a bit at Moepapa's antics with the crablings. "You're doing well with the kids I see. Seems you had nothing to worry about."
“Ha! Serves ‘em right! ... Though a week or two ago, people were throwing snowballs at me too... Still wondering where the hell they got ‘em from, since there’s no snow in thousands of miles.”
Tamatoa shrugged, then smiled. “Yeah, these guys are less of a handful than I thought... and while they’ve got their mother’s shapeshifting abilities, they don’t use them anywhere as often as I was afraid of.”
As if scripted, Taonga giggled, and in a brief flash of light he tried to turn into a spider-bat just like Moepapa. Wasn’t quite right, given it was his first try... bit too much bat over spider, but it was a pretty decent attempt.
He spread his wings and smiled and Moepapa before trying to grab the bells out of her claws.