Rarity only smiled and looked at Art, with perhaps new eyes, understanding a little more. At least, so she thought. Her feet tucked up underneath herself on the sofa, fingers wrapped around her mug as she sipped from the french vanilla coffee.
"I understand," she said softly, then nudged his shoulder with her own. "He's not so bad. Look at how adorable he is, and he just sits there. The most he's bothered me is a few nights because he could sleep." Rarity looked at Art, now.
"Did you ever think about being a father?" Not that she had plans, mind you, but it seemed like the kind of topic that would come up with a baby in the room.