Popping the Question
Wolfwood's breakfast was interrupted by an adorable little girl climbing into his lap.
"Where do babies come from?" she asked. Wolfwood choked on his coffee.
"Well, uh, babies, uhm, when a bird and a bee- no, that's wrong. When a mommy and a daddy love each other VERY much, uhm..." he trailed off. "How old are you?"
"Four and one quarter!"
"You're too young to know! Go outside and play!" He marched out, unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. She wandered off, smirking.
Young voices emerged from the cupboard.
"How long was that?"
"32 seconds. You owe me $$10."
"Damn!"
Uhm, yeah. Explanations. The children of the orphanage betting on how long it would take Wolfwood to avoid 'the question'.