Morag's grin got wider and wider until she finally clapped her hands in approval. 'Have I ever told you how much I absolutely adore you?!' she cried, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Then, unexpectedly, she got a little teary-eyed. 'Tiberius would have been so proud of you!' she told Percy, meaning every word. She blinked furiously. 'Damn hormones!' she muttered, giving him a sheepish grin.
Frowning, she asked, 'You don't remember Tiberius saying anything favorable about that woman, do you?' She shook her head. 'I've been through his papers several times, and I can't find a thing to support her claim!'
She looked at Percy in surprise and then burst out laughing. 'I would scare him, wouldn't I?' she cackled. She waved her hand. 'Pain, schmain,' she said airily. 'I can handle that. I'm more worried about the baby and making sure she's healthy and welcomed properly,' she admitted. She laughed. 'Oh, I'll be good, I promise!'
Morag looked sheepish. 'True. You have good instincts. I came into town to see Heather Jones, and I hate that walk back out to the lake,' she admitted. 'I generally come here and hang out until Antonin pops up wondering what's taking me so long,' she giggled. 'Don't get me wrong, I love the boat. Especially when it's sailing,' she told him.
Pursing her lips, Morag sat back in her chair. Tilting her head, she said slowly, 'I'd heard that he'd finally come out of his coma.' She looked at Percy a moment, thinking. 'So Cass mentioned I'd offered him a position,' she said.