ππΆππππΎππ πΉπππ·ππ (brightlight) wrote in irreparable,
"I imagine some things are just... different. In your condition." He drew his wand to collect up all of his fallen groceries. They came flying gently back into his basket. And finally the jar of pickles.
"I hear these are mandatory for pregnant women." He said, holding it out to her with a grin.