“Yeah, think you might want to.” Silas thought it’d probably be easier to control when it was your own kid, but that was just a guess. “But you’ll have a couple of years before your kid is really mobile, so…” He shrugged.
Sugar hangover. That was something he’d never heard before, but it fit. “Gran used to ration all my candy so I couldn’t do that.” He used to hate it, but his grandmother had been a stubborn woman, not even begging made her relinquish her control of the Halloween candy. “Wonder what that’ll be a like, a bunch kids on a sugar hangover. Probably easier to handle than the adults at least.”
His brow furrowed together at the movie reference. Had he seen that one? If he had he couldn’t remember now. 2010 had been the height of his irresponsibility and drug use. “It ain’t exactly warm out there, so yeah, I’m thinking you would have frozen your ass off,” he agreed, darting his eyes around to make sure that none of the kids were in earshot. He kept forgetting to watch his mouth.
“People already think I’m crazy,” he pointed out with an easy tone. That wasn’t one hundred percent true, but he knew some people gave him a wide berth; a combination of a lot of things probably went into that though. “This would just make it worse. And the pants aren’t comfortable.” They were some skinny-legged thing that he’d managed to find down in the supply storage, and he’d probably never wear them again if he could help it. “Don’t know how the hipsters do it.”
Giving her an ‘are you kidding me?’ look, he snorted at her statement. “Think I can manage to tell the difference between real pregnancy and fake,” he shot back. “Fake always ends up looking like they’ve got a basketball shoved under their shirt.” He followed her gaze to the other side of the room when she mentioned her friend having found the wig for her. “My guess,” he started, “One of the teens looted it just for laughs, and Taisce or someone else just never bothered to throw it out.” There were some random things in that storeroom.
He nodded. “Yeah. Figured we should try and keep this place well protected. Sounds like no one really knows what crazy thing she’s going to do.” Her cohorts maybe, but no one that Silas knew of trusted them, and if anyone did, he didn’t know who that was. “If they didn’t need me down here I’d probably be somewhere else.” Drinking himself into a hangover.