Marek chuckled, ignoring the fact that laughter still hurt, more than most other movements. That was really unfortunate. But it didn't distract him from listening to her. He frowned, not terribly pleased with her first news, for obvious reasons. Then his eyes widened, and for a moment he really thought she was here to tell him that she was pregnant, with his - but, no. "Well," he said, expression rather hilariously caught somewhere between surprise, amusement, and sadness, "All I've really got is jokes about buns in the oven, devil spawn, and the like - but I can't tell if that's good news or bad news, much less which one would be appropriate for jokes."