Hi, Bob. I saw your pics of His Badgerness, as you’re calling him. Just wanted to let you know, that’s not a badger. Er, I mean, it’s not a relative of Quinlans. That’s an actual junior—an immature Quinlan, still pre-sentient. Probably about two years old. Nasty little buggers, aren’t they? My guess is he probably got away from a crèche and has gone totally feral. Humans who’ve grown up that way have never been able to acclimatize to civilization or even learn proper language. I don’t know if it’ll be the same with a Quinlan, but I suspect it might be, if they go through the equivalent of the evolution of prefrontal synthesis ...