"Oh, dad just knows those things." The deathclaw crouches, resting elbows on knees and head on knuckles. "I'll get back, and he'll eye me and go all so what happened this time in that tone of voice, and then comes the lecture about how I need to be more careful and how can I expect to be Alpha and Clutch Sire one day if I keep blundering about..."

The deathclaw looks up and speaks to nobody. "Guess what, dad? I don't!"