"Why do you think I left Barcelona?" Millicent joked. "And if I'm Miss Virtuous you're Miss Oops-I'm-Nine-Weeks-Pregnant."
She kept a steady grip on Tracey's arm as they walked. If Tracey couldn't Apparate because she was too crazy - something Millicenet usually reserved for herself, but there were always exceptions - they'd have to take a brisk walk to get back to Diagon Alley and her flat.
"Any requests? I make an amazing red velvet cake if I can say so myself. Or chocolate. You rather look like chocolate with chocolate icing is what you need right now. Possibly topped with chocolate sprinkles..."
Really, there was nothing chocolate couldn't cure. Except for pregnancy. There really was no way out of that one, unless you wanted to go the Muggle route and get rid of it altogheter.