Mary Jane smiled as soon as she caught sight of her daughter, especially when she mentioned having missed her cooking. This was something she wouldn't have known about, of course, and it just made her feel even more motherly, which she definitely enjoyed. Being pregnant so far was wonderful, in spite of the odd cravings, the nausea, and the fatigue. However, there was something about seeing May that just made Mary Jane burst with maternal pride even more.
"Well, you should've said something sooner," she told her with a smile. "I'll make you dinner every night in that case." And the thing was, she would. "My day was pretty good. I spent most of it crying over soap operas that I never even watched before, and then I cleaned up and started on dinner." Carrying a few plates and bowls over to the table, she set them down and leaned against the back of one of the chairs, looking across the room at her daughter. "What about yours?"