Morag started to object, even opening her mouth to tell him it absolutely had to be his fault somehow, but the idea that she had made the decision to get pregnant was far more appealing than the idea that she had inadvertently gotten that way. She closed her mouth, deciding she would take the credit. Antonin got the blame and she took the credit...that's the way things were supposed to be, she decided.
'True,' she allowed, 'but we weren't sailing at the time. Still,' she tilted her head to look sternly at him, 'I trust you. What about where we will put said baby? I don't remember having a nursery or anything like it put in when we did the work on the Morrigan.'
Morag's mouth dropped open and she gave him an affronted look. 'Troll?????' she screeched. 'Now, that's just plain mean!' she protested. 'Troll, indeed,' she muttered sourly to herself. She hadn't eaten anything all that awful, had she?
She started to giggle but after a moment began to feel a little alarmed. 'But I've eaten a ton of those things!' she told him. 'Can you overdose on vitamins?????'
She shifted her head when his breath tickled it. 'No, you haven't,' she pointed out. 'And it would be a really good time,' she added.