"A boy." She repeated with a smile and an absent bite of her burrito. She probably would have opted for the shrimp herself; but only if she had been feeding herself alone, and therefore could put up with a minor risk of food poisoning. That wasn't the case anymore though; and that, and making sure to get all of her meat well-done were so far the most annoying parts of pregnancy-- a three times daily reminder of things she couldn't do any more, no matter how much she loved them. She'd been trying not to gorge herself either, so she wouldn't have too much work ahead of her to get back into shape once the baby was born-- but the doctor had nearly laughed at that kind of protest as he told her to eat more, with the promise that they could worry about healthy ways to get into shape after she was done creating human life.
"I don't know much about boys." She said, her expression somewhat distant, and a little concerned as the truth of the matter suddenly hit home. "I mean, I know girls. I am a girl. I know what kind of stuff they deal with growing up-- and Lian; I'm used to Lian and Sin. Lian was just a baby too when Roy brought her home..." A frown tugged on the corners of her lips as she started to lean forward over her knees, found the position awkward though not impossible (yet), and leaned back against the bench instead. "I don't know much about boys." Dinah repeated, her burrito seemingly forgotten in her hand as her thoughts kept pulling her away from the present moment.
His question brought her back again and she peeled back more of the foil on her burrito as she thought about it. "I-- I don't know. I could probably come up with something... are you..." She paused, glanced at him, and smiled a little, a compassionate, empathetic smile, "Are you sure you'd -- you want to change it? Would that be okay?"