Perhaps it was simply in his nature to be as polite as he was verbose. But Freya's inquiry brought about a thoughtful sigh as he turned his gaze to the not even half-constructed barn.

"Four more by the eggs makes six," he muttered. "And Y'akeno has one of her own, I'm told. They would number seven in all." Of course, he hoped there would be at least some room to spare lest they should yield another clutch, or at least the space to build it later. He'd likely need it, the way they were necking together in their break.

Then again, Freya was probably one of the few people who would know enough of what that entailed. Ramza turned to her with a question of his own. "...Are they as you remember them from your own world?"