Morag made a face. 'I do,' she sighed. 'Or at least, shopping for clothes.' She led Gabrielle down to the lobby where they were supposed to have a taxi waiting for them. 'But I find that I hate feeling like I'm busting out of my clothes more,' she admitted. It would be nice to feel like she could move without the danger of a seam ripping. Even better to find something in which hid her tummy. She'd looked at herself from all angles in the mirror on the Morrigan, and from every angle....at the moment, at least.....she looked less like she was pregnant and more like she'd been overeating. Which she probably had, she had to admit.
She gave the driver directions to the nearest and largest bookshop the concierge could name. 'And above all, I adore shopping for books!' she grinned. She'd pick up some baby books for herself, and maybe a mystery or two for Percy since she hadn't been 'round to see him lately.
'And while I do dislike shopping for me, the thought of shopping for you sounds like fun!' she added with a grin. 'Tell me, Gabrielle, what would you like to look for?'