Misty: “Well, there’s a bun in the oven. Let’s hope we get it right this time.”

Axel: “And what if we don’t? What happens then?”

Misty: “We keep trying? It’s the only way we can keep the life we’ve established here, remember. I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely not going back to pollinating the old fashioned way.”

Misty: “Your father and I are pollinators. We’re on a mission to colonize earth along with a small group of other families.”

Cirrus: “Don’t pollinators usually just abduct the planet’s natives and take over that way?”

Misty: “That’s usually the case, but your father and I signed up for this so that we could have a chance at starting our own family.”

Axel: “The only problem with it is that certain conditions apply. We must produce a next of kin with your mother’s skin colour and a good mix of our genes. Cirrus would have been acceptable, but he’s not blue. Luna, on the other hand, is going to end up looking too much like your mother by the sounds of things. HQ has a special machine that can determine of offspring are eligible or not and the latest results weren’t good. They’re saying that your mother and I need to try again.”