"No," she shot back, waving her hands in the air uselessly. "I don't know! No, you're not that type of man but---give me a break! I'm not use to these types of situations!" That's what Ang and Katie were for, she just blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Don't--Don't be pissy with me. You know I don't think that. Sorry, it just came out."
George had a kid. George had a kid he didn't know about. Fucking hell he was going to be a dad, a single dad at that. His mum was going to castrate him (after knitting the kid three sweaters). "Oi, come on now mate. I'm sure there are worse things. Could be triplets," she said, sliding over to wrap her arm around his shoulders, her head bending to lean against his. "You'll be a good dad. Might need to drink a lot less and you wont get laid half as much but after a horribly awkward adjustment period lasting roughly two to ten years I'm sure it will be only typically fucked up and not completely fucked up. Luckily it seems like she gets her looks from her mum. Positives, yeah?"