The following Monday...
"Maternity leave?" Galasso asked incredulously.
"Yah, I know it's short notice," Robin said sheepishly. "I only just found out."
"Very well. But know that upon your return, you will be granted no special treatment!"
"Sure."
Robin almost made it out the door, but forgot that Amber was strategically placed to block it. "What's going on?" she asked suspiciously.
"Whatcha mean?" Robin replied with an innocent stare, edging towards the door.
"I mean you're dating Leslie, and either you're not being straight with everyone or you're definitely being straight with someone."
"Oh, uh... She's a hermaphrodite!"
"Nope, I've seen those panties."
"Shoot. Artificial insemination?"
"Believe it or not, you can't get those at Wal-mart."
"Virgin birth!"
"Robin!"
"Okay, okay!" Robin put a hand on Amber's shoulder. "Remember when we first met?"
"Not really, I don't think I actually looked at you."
"But you looked at the application, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"And you remember what was on it?"
"You didn't put anything on your application!"
"Oh, how time dulls the memory," Robin sighed theatrically. "The point is, you hired me anyway. So I'm asking you to do it again."
"...what?"
"Y'know what, this metaphor sucks. Basically, trust me. I'm gonna go take my maternity leave now. Seeya in nine months, I'll let you autograph the baby!"
"I don't know what's scarier," Ethan commented, setting down the newest shipment of Bakugan on the counter. "The fact that she's somehow pregnant, or the fact that she's going to be a mom."