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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Homestead, Laundry Room
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	Oliver took a breath for a moment as he petted Fluffy's head, before nodding at Laura, "[color=7d16c7]Well, I mean.[/color]" He paused, looking for words, "[color=7d16c7]We didn't expect the Flerken to be pregnant, but that's been resolved viz a vis me.[/color]" He explained, gesturing to himself, "[color=7d16c7]They're going to be coming back soon with a male one.[/color]" He smiled at Laura, having a bit of difficulty imagining what it was like being a civilian married to an Avenger. He didn't know if this kind of insanity was the norm, or if pregnant cat aliens pushed the line of that at all. As the cats continued to lay eggs, Oliver hesitated.

	"[color=7d16c7]To be clear though, animal husbandry or uh... alien? Alien husbandry isn't exactly my forte.[/color]" That seemed like the right name for it, he though, as animals were technically a kingdom of living organisms on Earth, so, technically speaking, aliens couldn't be animals. That made sense to him at least. "[color=7d16c7]I'm really sorry to make a mess of your towels, but if you have any better ideas for how to care for these fuzzy beasts, I'd love to hear them.[/color]" He didn't want to put that on Laura per say, but he was a bit out of his depth on this one, and he didn't expect Dr. Larson to be back for at least half an hour.