And losing his hair. He didn't want to dwell on that. He may have come a long way, but vanity didn't just disappear.
He couldn't help laughing a little when she complimented him and went on to talk about the mother. Irony was never lost in the village. "Their mother contributed quite a bit," he agreed. "Cressida is quite a bit like me, but I do see her mother's touch." He stuffed the rest of his food in his mouth. He could do this. What was the worst thing that could happen? She'd hate the whole idea? Alright, that was pretty terrible, but prolonging it would just make it worse. Secrets never stay buried, especially in the village. He wouldn't do that to his kids anyway. "Did you ever imagine having children, Astoria? It is something I always assumed, but I never really thought on until I arrived here. I wouldn't trade it though." Somehow he didn't screw them up. He still credited Astoria for that.