"I was right, you know." she said one day, calmly knitting a sweater.
"About what?" he asked, looking up from his book.
"When we were younger, and you decided that you would never eat a-"
"Oh, that!" he interrupted, glaring at her over the top of his glasses. "Didn't I ask to never say that word ever again?"
"Freedom of Speech, darling."
"Deryn, we don't live in America." Alek noted, crossing his arms. "Besides, when do you knit?"
"Well, since now! Besides, we can't let our child run around the house butt-naked!"
"Well, I did that! So why can't-" Alek paused mid-sentence, realizing his mistake.
Deryn began laughing so hard that tears appeared in her eyes. "You actually did that?"
"Well, when it was laundry day, yes! And I was wearing a diaper!" Alek said indignantly, scowling at his wife.
"So, you only washed your clothes when you had nothing else to wear?" Deryn smirked, wiping the tears out of her eyes.
"My housekeeper believed in preserving water."
"Can't wait to tell Jaspert about this…" Deryn grinned, going back to her knitting.
An hour passed before anyone spoke again.
"I'm finished!" Deryn said cheerfully, causing Alek to look up once more from his book. The boy's (or should I say man's?) jaw dropped.
"Um… Deryn?"
"What?"
"Is our baby really going to have three arms?"