Anastasia knocked on Tristan's door with a tupperware container of cupcakes on her hips. They were orange dreamscicle with yellow icing and sprinkles on top. She'd brought enough for Tristan and Rhiannon and Harvey, as she figured pregnant ladies could always use something sweet to eat.
"Open up, Triscandonius. I have treats for you and your brood," she called through the wood of the door.