Douglas: Ah, Marcy. Are you feeling alright?

Marcy: Fine!

Douglas: Are you sure, Captain?

Marcy: I'm fine! Absolutely fine! Fine!

Douglas: Little beggar giving you any trouble? *Puts hands on Marcy's slightly distended abdomen*

Marcy: If Arthur wasn't the father, I'd be sure it was the spawn of the devil.

Douglas: Ah, speaking of the father...

Arthur: Hi, Honey... Are you ok?

Marcy: I'm fine, really!

Arthur: Do you want anything?

Marcy: (Groans) I don't know!

Arthur: How -?

Douglas: Let me guess; you're craving something, but don't know what.

Marcy: (Sighs) Yes... I know I fancy chocolate... Or cucumber... Or cheese puffs...

Arthur: Oh! I know! I'll be right back! *Rushes off*

Marcy: There goes daddy...

Douglas: You're lucky to have him, he's going to help you a lot because it will get harder.

Marcy: How do you know?

Douglas: Father, remember?

Arthur: Here we are, Sweetie!

Marcy: What is it?

Arthur: A sandwich.

Douglas: What sort, Arthur.

Arthur: Try it and see, Skip.

Marcy: *Takes a bite* Wow! This is perfect! Mmm!

Arthur: It's a duo chocolate spread, cheese puff and cucumber sandwich! I didn't know if you wanted milk chocolate spread or the white chocolate one, so I used the swirled one.

Douglas: That's disgusting...

Marcy: (Mouth full) Takes the edge off, though.