"Hmmm... I'll take your word for that," he said, finishing his drink. "Anyway," he started, "I heard that you've got a bun in the oven."
"What an interesting sense of humor he has..." he said, slightly laughing at the buns on the plate. "But," he continued, "I was actually referring to your pregnancy."
"Ah, don't worry about it," he reassured her, "s*yay* happens all the time. How far along are you now?"
"Comin' right up." She walked back to the kitchen. "It better go well," Dusty said. "She had a lot of drinks before she knew. I hope that doesn't harm my foal."
"Doesn't it? She's decided to lay off any mind-altering substances, even caffeine. I hope this helps."