"Hmm."

But he puts the lid back on the pot without dumping any tribbles into it, and instead produces one of the creatures by passing his hands around himself. Snow white, and about the size of a volleyball, he offered the cooing creature toward her.

"Then you should look after this one, make sure nothing terrible happens to it."

He...might have altered the tribble's replicating ability some, but she doesn't know that. And she did accuse him of not causing any fireworks.

So it might duplicate a few times before midnight...