"My ale is not to your liking, I see," Eileen noted with a smile. "It can be an acquired taste. I will provide alternatives, for the wedding. Wine perhaps. Are there beverages you are fond of?"
"I haven't selected a name," Eileen said. "And it is quite an intrusive question, but we are practically family, after all, so we have to start trusting each other some day, sudden as it may be."
"This pregnancy is my first and," there was a tension around her mouth as she spoke, "rather certain, only."