"Riff, I need to tell you something." Magenta began, trying her hardest to keep constant eye contact with her brother. She had never shied of telling him anything, there was never a problem she hadn't informed him about. But this was the scariest, hardest thing Magenta thought she'd ever have to tell her brother. And she had no idea how to start.

They were sat on his bed in the tower room, cross legged and facing each other. Magenta held her hands in her lap, fumbling with her fingers. Riff Raff could see how nervous she was, and reached out to steady her hands. "Magenta." He said, his voice kind but firm, "You can tell me anything, you know that. So please, stop worrying me. What is it?"

"Well, I, its..." Magenta took a deep breath. There was no point stalling this way, the sooner she broke it to him, the better. "I think I'm pregnant." She said. Her words seemed to echo around the room. Riff Raff's face was unfathomable. His fingers grew limp in Magenta's hands, and his pupils were huge.

"Are you..."

"Sure? Yes."

"I have to go."

Riff Raff jumped up, snatching his hands from Magenta's. She watched him, confused, as he left the room. His footsteps clanged down the stairs. Magenta ran over to the window to see if he was leaving the castle. About a minute later, she saw Riff Raff emerge into the front yard, and started towards the gates, breaking into a run. She pushed her hair back, rubbing her face. Why had she told him? It would have been so much easier to book an appointment, and get rid of it without Riff Raff ever knowing.

But the easiest thing to do wasn't always the right thing.

Magenta sighed. She had work to do still, and dinner to cook. Frank's anger wasn't something she needed right now.

Reluctantly, she left the tower and went down to the kitchen. Columbia was there, making what appeared to be a very messy sandwich. She was removing the crusts from her bread when she realised Magenta's presence. "Oh, hey." She said brightly.

Magenta stared at the mess Columbia had made. "I cleaned in here just two hours ago." She said, irritated.

Columbia chewed on her sandwich, making revolting sounds. "Where did Riff go?" She asked.

"I don't know." Magenta muttered, opening the cupboard underneath the sink to find a cloth and a cleaning detergent.

"He looked pretty angry." Columbia informed her.

"Angry?" Magenta repeated, starting to wipe away the splatters of jam.

"Yeah. But kind of... sad, too." Columbia said thoughtfully. Magenta bit her lip, trying not to let Columbia see her face. "Come to think of it, so do you." She said.

"I what?" Magenta said.

"Look sad." Columbia replied, she moved closer to Magenta, "Are you okay?" She said softly.

Magenta paused. "Yes. I'm fine." She said quietly, throwing the cloth into the trash.

"Oh, good." Columbia smiled, none the wiser.

It was one of the rare times that Magenta was glad of how naive Columbia could be.