Snuggling close to him, Verity wrapped an arm around Fred's waist and let loose a low sigh. "Oh, you know, the usual..." she trailed off, too preoccupied to think up a joke. She took a swig of her beer and curled closer. All part of her wanted to do was talk about Trevor, but the rest of her didn't even want to think about him.
"Mags is pregnant," she said instead, informing him of what their shop girl had told her today. Squeezing him gently, she shook her head. "What did I say about knocking up shopgirls that aren't me? Think of what happened the last time you got an employee pregnant!"