Prompt: Omi starts asking where babies come from, how they are connected to "birds and bees," and where the stork finds them in the first place. (Submitted by dragonnutt on tumblr.)

"Where do babies come from?"

The question was certainly an unexpected one, and Clay, Kimiko, and Raimundo looked quizzically at one another before turning to Omi.

Clay rubbed his nose. "Why do you need to now, lil' partner?" he asked.

Omi held up the Sweet Baby Amongus, which had shrunk down to its normal size at the conclusion of their combat practice. "I am curious," came the reply. "Also, what do babies have to do with bees and birds? And where does the crane find the babies in the first place?"

Raimundo blinked. "Cranes?"

"I think he means the stork, Rai." Kimiko looked at Omi. "I don't know if we should tell you, Omi. Maybe you should ask Master Fung about that."

The smallest monk shook his head. "I asked him this morning," he said, "by the master only looked very uncomfortable and told me to ask you three instead."

"Say what, now?" Raimundo sat down beside Kimiko and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why do we gotta be the ones to tell you about that stuff?"

"I'm sure Master Fung has his reasons, Rai," Clay said as he took a seat beside them. "Although I'm not too sure what it was."

Kimiko sighed. "Well, he's going to have to learn sooner or later," she said. She took a deep breath. "Alright. When people talk about 'the birds and the bees', they actually mean..." her voice trailed off, and she blushed. "This is too weird. I can't do it. Your turn, Rai."

"What do you mean, me?" Raimundo scowled and turned to Omi. "Look. 'The birds and the bees' and the idea about a stork bringing a baby are just ways of explaining how babies are made—there aren't any feathers or wings or bugs or anything involved."

Omi furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "Babies are made? Like in a factory?"

Raimundo shrugged. "Not really, but you could think of it like that in some cases. We joke about it with my parents a lot, but—geez, Kim, that hurt!"

"Explain it properly, or I'll hit you again." Kimiko cracked her knuckles threateningly.

"Yeah, I don't think that's the best way to explain something this delicate, partner."

"Fine, fine," Raimundo huffed. "No, babies are not made in factories. When two people want to have a baby, they do... uh, a Thing. And after they do it, a baby starts to grow, and a while later it's born. There you go." He shot Kimiko a dirty look. "Was that better?"

She frowned. "You could've been a little more elegant about it, but that's good enough for now."

Clay looked at Omi. "I'm sorry, Omi," he said. "It's just that this is a really weird thing to talk about—none of us know how to explain something like this."

Omi didn't seem too fazed, however, and merely smiled at them. "It is alright, my friends. You tried." But then he frowned slightly. "I do have one more question, though."

"Well, go ahead, lil' partner."

"Very well." Omi looked at pointedly at Kimiko. "Is it true that you bleed every month because your body because one of your oocytes was not fertilized and so all the changes your body goes through are then unnecessary and must somehow rid itself of the excess and not because you are a evil flesh eating monster in disguise?"

Kimiko gaped at him as her face flushed bright red; Raimundo looked as if he were in shock, and Clay simply blinked. "Where did you learn something like that?"

The small monk shrugged. "Dojo told me."