He is now thoroughly confused. Is she naming clutches of angel eggs? That's the only thing he can think of. Multiple 'mothers' and multiple 'fathers' all under different clutch names? That sort of scheme must make things confusing. Perhaps they'll get proper names when they grow up? Sometimes eggs die in the shell, and hatchlings sometimes don't last outside of it.

"I see. So what's it like, at your home?" asks the man. He's trying to get a good picture of it - it's sounding like they bear more similarity to his species' dynamics, instead of humans', despite the visual similarity.