Millicent threw back some more whisky. She was starting to feel a bit dizzy, to be honest, but not so much that she couldn't see that he was pretty freaked out.
"There's nothing worse in the whole Book of Being an Awesome Queer than outing another person," she said. "Your secret's safe with me. And oh. The one about the baby too."
She topped off her glass.
"Not trying to be mean here, I just know I'd rather die than get with a guy and I guess I'd rather die twice over than being pregnant, so I get that this shit is hard for you, and that it sucks. You're sticking with the one kid, yeah? No reason to go through that whole impregnating thing again. Unless you use a turkey baster. I've heard about people who do that..."