The tale is told and Fletcher watches her with rapt attention, a hawk eye accessing her curves, her face, the swell of her breasts. He knows a thing or two from his travels. Not that he ever would have recognized anything without a nudge of information.
There's no surprise about Ira and her finding the fates, even less surprised it was in a kitchen. That seemed the best place for divinity. And bread. Somehow they seemed very similar - divinity and bread and not in the Jesus flesh way either.
"I could find condoms..."He thinks he can. He'd have to find someone who knew a healer who made them. Though th eidea of sticking lamb guts on his dick...
But then she's saying that she wants his children and he's for it, almost immediately. Nodding. Daydreaming. "The ships no place for that...We'd find that cottage. I was telling you I wanted to retire. Maybe this is why..." because he had a sixth sense for these gut feelings.