Gemma rolled her eyes at the mention of Daddy. Honestly, she didn't even understand why Allegra had even told the Prat she was pregnant in the first place. Didn't she know women were perfectly capable of doing it all on their own? Her own mother had, and Gemma had turned out rather well if she said so herself.
Once the wiggling child was taken from her, she went around the kitchen as if she lived there - she was over often enough that she knew the place rather well - and accio'd three plates down to dole out pasta among them. Once the dishes were full and she had placed pieces of garlic bread on them - it really was to die for - she levitated them over to the table.
"Busy, which is good," she said as she sat down where her own plate had landed. "It's a good thing for my bank account that everyone wants to be beautiful. Not everyone's as lucky to do it as naturally as we do," she said with a wink.
"And how're things around here? Aside from nights out, that is." She twirled spaghetti around her fork and did her best to look innocent after that particular comment.