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The look of open horror on Casmir's face was so real that Behati took a step back, searching the last ten seconds for whatever it was that had offended him so. She caught him peering at her belly, and after a few stuttering attempts to figure out what was going on, she finally put two and two together. "Oh," she mumbled, still processing. "OH." Holy char-grilled balls on a stick. Behati's eyes widened to platter size - the fancy kind you would use to serve dressed salmon in the 70's. Yeah. Big. Like show-off-to-your-neighbours-about-what-a-big-fish-you-can-cook big. "NO!" she squealed, head shaking so hard that it threatened to dislodge from her spinal column. "I thought you meant.. like.. no! Ew! I meant like nervous or something! What did you mean?" she demanded of him, wanting it all spelled out in plain English now that both parties had suffered humiliation at the hands of vaguery.