Haruka was pacing, which was never a good sign. Mamoru and Usagi watched over their teacups, eyes moving in unison. Michiru nibbled the edge of a biscuit.
"See, there's—" "It's a—" "We can't—" Haruka couldn't get more than two words out at a time.
Mamoru looked at Usagi. She shook her head. No idea.
"We need—"
"We want to have a baby," said Michiru.
Usagi gasped, delighted. Mamoru beamed.
Michiru arched an eyebrow at Mamoru. "With you."
Usagi stopped clapping. Mamoru looked horrified. Haruka buried her face in her hand.
"More tea?" Michiru asked, already pouring.