Luna blinked once, hard. Of all the possibilities she'd considered, that hadn't even been at the end of the list, and she had an excellent imagination, if she did say so herself. "I guess that's easier than being turned into a seahorse for nine months," she said after a moment of consideration.
She didn't bother asking how or who, since it sounded like Neville had no idea of the former and thus no idea of the latter either. It wasn't as if he was out having sex with other people; he'd made her that promise without her even asking it of him. "Hmm, the nursery won't be big enough for a third. We could move the twins out into their own rooms like we'd planned. Oh, but I expect they'd rather stay together, so we could move them into one room and use the other for the new baby and leave the nursery as a toyroom, what do you think? And can we get the twins toilet trained beforehand? They're smart enough I believe, the question is whether or not they refuse to learn." She tapped her finger against her lips, staring at the space above Nimue's head. "If Nimue learns, Gawain will just to keep up with her. I'll start with her then."