Morag had to smile, and it was a big and beautiful one because Antonin always managed to say just the right thing. And she felt wonderful. And happy. She was very, very happy. 'It was a wonderful night,' she agreed. 'I'll never forget it.'
She moved nearer to him. 'I meant to recreate it,' she told him. 'To some purpose,' she added, 'in that we were talking about trying to have a baby, and I thought that might be the perfect send off, so to speak.' She grinned up at am. 'But it will work just as well for another purpose.' She gave him an amused glare. 'And why are you still out there and I'm in here?' she quipped, putting her hands on her hips.
'No, it was the right size, I think,' she replied. 'I tried it on when I found it. It just seems that I'm not the right size, any more.' She raised her eyebrows in a who knew kind of expression.