The Sunspire it's sexist, but it's about friendship.

It took about fifteen seconds before Liffey's stomach was empty. And it was another sixty seconds before she finally managed to cease her dry heaving. Tears were streaming down her cheeks by the time it was over, and her legs were trembling fiercely from the effort of holding her upright while she was tossing her cookies all over the Spire. She was panting heavily when finally she looked up again, licking her lips to clear away bile and saliva.

"I'm sorry about that" Liffey commented as she dropped back onto her haunches, shifting so her big belly sat more comfortably before her. "Ugh, these things just make me feel so terrible all the time..." She glanced down at her stomach, feeling miserable as she warned them, "You little jerks better be real freakin' cute..."