Broken Boulder the soul serene

No, Queenie sighed. She didn't need anything that would make her any bigger than she already was, no matter how good it happened to taste. I feel fat. And achey. I also feel like a bitch, she joked, hoping that the two of them hadn't become so somber that they couldn't still enjoy a good joke (well, a half-joke). The two of them were about to be parents, like, to actual children; they'd have to get over whatever this was if it was going to work. 

If they wanted it to work, that is.

You feel okay? Not nervous or anything? Queenie asked, hoping that Delight would give her something that she could work with.