"What happened in the school paper was an unfortunate collision of different cultures. Lucia meant well." Josephine poured her own cup of tea and sipped it. "Did you know that winter faeries are born from the laughter of innocent children? Talking about babies is as natural to her as breathing may be to you." She sighed somewhat wistfully.
"But moving on." Bringing herself back to the moment, the blue woman smiled at Felicity across the desk. "How do you feel? Have you made an appointment with A doctor yet? Mr. Pheres may be of some help, but I highly doubt he's ever managed the pregnancy of an elf before." Jojo giggled, but then her eyes widened. "Oh my! Eat, child! You must be starving. No talking. Eat."