Robbie eats as much as you do, darling. Some things do get passed on. And thanks for saving me a slice. It's not a craving, really, but that does sound weirdly appetizing. Are you in the kitchen, or somewhere else?
Dean: Ah. I see. I suppose that makes sense. Personally, I just can't stop touching it. The skin is all hard. I know that's how it's meant to be, but still.
Speaking of mums, shall I pass along your good wishes? I ought to go see Lulu and the baby version of Soren. I promise I'll leave the room before I faint from all the cuteness and beatitude Lulu will be exuding.