They had been sure it was coincidence, that the twins weren't really communicating. As they grew, Shea grew less convinced. He was quickly forced to agree.
Kim Possible's doppelgangers had been disturbing enough with their nonsensical little catchphrases. Shea's brothers had been worse.
Nicholas and Juniper were something different. Though he hated to say his own children were creepy, it was creepy.
A flickering flame here, a flower petal there. A strange sound that wasn't quite any human language he was aware of. And somehow they understood each other flawlessly.
If only they understood bedtime, he thought, dousing another flame.