"Rolf?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Do you...do you think maybe we could have just...chicken, tonight?"
"Chicken?" The morning before it was "just plain toast, no margarine," and she hadn't bought Flobberworms for a month.
"Yes. I've been meaning to try those Ever-Spicy Herbs or Essence of Chim...oh dear, I don't think that's quite legal in Britain," Luna blinked. "But tonight I'm just in the mood for chicken."
"Of course, sweetheart," said Rolf.
Sighing, he turned to the kitchen. The pregnancy couldn't end soon enough, as far as he was concerned. Too many strange cravings.