"Saxton, the King's solicitor and Qhuinn's own cousin, put his perfect blond head in. "I have those documents that you--" The recoil would have been comical if Qhuinn hadn't been up to his elbows in baby poop. The attorney let out a cough. Or maybe that was a gagging noise. "Dearest Virgin Scribe, whatever are you feeding them?" "Enfamil formula." "And this is legal?" "For the most part, yes. Although depending on the digestive tract it goes into, clearly there are military applications." "Indeed."