The Balladeer smiles slightly in response; he's sure it would be nice, not having to look after two babies alone. "It's not that hard," he demurs, following her suggestion and moving to lay Bea in the crib. It's obvious that he's trying to be cautious in settling her in, holding her carefully and moving slowly to try and keep from waking her. Right, support the head...and there.

"I'm sure it's worse when they're actually awake though." He dares to raise his voice a little more as he returns, tilting his head to peer at the other twin. "What's - her name?" he ventures, hesitating slightly at the pronoun. He really can't tell either way.