"I thought you were wearing the charm-"
"I thought you were wearing the charm-!"
"Why would I be wearing it? You're the one who went down on me out of nowhere-"
"Oh, and that hasn't happened to you before-"
"I'm flattered, but-"
"Empress Sanaki," Lorazieh interrupted patiently. "And Naesala."
The two looked over at him.
"I'm going to pretend I don't know why you accompanied him here, Sanaki, or what you're talking about," he sighed. "I'll go fetch my sons."
"This is still a bad idea," Naesala reminded Sanaki. "Especially since-"
"Naesala? Is that - oh, you're - doesn't that mean you - when is the wedding?" Leanne chirped from behind them.
"Never," Naesala answered. "Next week," Sanaki said at the same time.
"If we hurry, we could pass it off as conceived in wedlock."
"I'd personally rather just blame it on someone else. Maybe Ike."
"Ike's been gone ten years."
"It could be a long pregnancy…"
Sanaki sighed. "Do you," she asked, "know anyone else with blue hair? Besides Sigrun, since she's clearly not an option?"
"…No," Naesala admitted.
"Then it's obviously going to be yours, because I don't know any either. Besides, we are trying to unify the races, and this could help-"
"Alienate the Phoenicians even more, you mean," he corrected.
"You shouldn't be so pessimistic."
"They don't like me very much, Sanaki."
"Naesala," Reyson interrupted as he entered the clearing. "You're…"
"Missing a couple of body parts, yes, I know. That's why I'm here. Are we going to go through this every time I - she has children?" he asked.
"Yes."
Naesala sighed. "I hate my life."
"That's funny, you weren't complaining about it a few days ago," Sanaki said pointedly. "In fact, you seemed rather satisfied."
"That was before I knew you were going to get pregnant," he replied.
She scowled. "It's not as terrible as you're making it sound-"
"Do you want us to sing for you or not?"