"Oh yeah, for sure." Desmond replied eagerly. "I'd love to make you clothes mate." He added cheerfully, suddenly excited about the idea of making her outfits. "Will I get to make you pants then? And oh! Summer dresses-- oh my goodness. I could even make outfits for the baby." He clapped his hands together. "Is it a boy or a girl? Oh! Sod it. It doesn't matter. Lindsey's gonna be the... wots it called? God father 'r whatever isn't he? Well I don't want to be the god mother, you'll have to find some other bloke because I don't want to be paired up with that blonde wank." He was getting ahead of himself, but he didn't know that.