tales of a hilarious pregnancy: origins

Why don't yer tink so 'tiz a gran' idea? he asked. Bazi's gaze filtered back to meet his. His warm, green, friendly eyes. For a moment, she considered talking without restraint - allowing those nagging demons a chance to belch their ridiculous ideas into the free air and suffocate under the spades of common sense that Kieran would no doubt deliver in return. But she didn't. A fresh wave of nausea rocked her, and Bazi barely had a chance to reply "Breakfast-" before emptying herself noisily of bile next to Kieran's oustretched limbs.