[SierraHigh]

Oliver didn't really have a problem with where the litter of children he was carrying went. Whether Keanu got them or Freyne did, he was sure they wouldn't ever be mistreated. Maybe Freyne would treat them better, but Oliver still wasn't sure what to think. He wasn't meant to be a breeder, and the gillions weren't meant to be on earth. Like most other humans, he still had mixed feelings about the whole situation, but in this moment, there was nothing he could really do that would help anything. Heck, he could barely even help himself as it stood. "The conditions in the laborers houses?" he asked, shifting a bit uncomfortably in his chair. His legs were going numb and he knew it was because some of the litter of gillions he was carrying were sitting smack dab on nerves. As much as he wanted to get up and walk around, he had a feeling his legs would turn to jelly the minute he stood. "I guess I'll think about it," he continued, shrugging a bit. If he was going to feel as shit as he did now with the next litters, maybe throwing out his modesty and staying in the main house would be the best idea. "So... what're you writing then?"