Both Drakken and Shego had submitted themselves to dozens of interrogations, from their early days of villainy on. Drakken had once been slapped by a guard so hard he dislocated his jaw, and Shego had set at least three interrogation rooms on fire.
None of those experiences were so intense as Mama Lipsky wondering why she wasn't getting grandbabies.
Drakken shifted on her couch. He'd always thought that couch was ugly, with its orange background and pink flower pattern, but it was still there after all these years. "Mother, I told you, it's my and Shego's decision."
"But what about me? Drew, you're my only option!"
"You know, Mama Lipsky, it's not too late to adopt another child." Drakken glared at Shego, and Shego smirked. "What?"
"Drewbie, don't you want to make your mother happy?"
"I do!" Drakken protested. "Of course I do!"
"Well, if you really wanted to make me happy –"
"Actually, Mama Lipsky, we can't have kids." Both Mama Lipsky and Drakken turned to stare at Shego, who continued, "This is hard for me to talk about, honestly. But I can't have children because of my powers. And they won't put us on any adoption lists because of our highly regrettable pasts."
In fact, their conversation about children had consisted of Shego saying she didn't want them, and Drakken saying he didn't particularly need to have kids. So this version of events was … new. Drakken glared at Shego and mumbled, "Hmm. Yes. Regrettable."
"Oh, my dear! I had no idea!"
"Of course. I asked, um, Drew not to say anything because it's so upsetting. But I trust you."
"I'm so glad you told me! Oh, honey!" She snuck a furtive look at Drakken, and then back at Shego. "But I'm sure you know places where you can get a baby, right?"
"Mother! Are you seriously suggesting we steal a child?"
Beside him, Shego was shaking with suppressed laughter. Mama Lipsky hesitated a bit before she said, "Well –"
"Mother!"