Emily smiled warmly. "'The pregnancy thingy'," she mused aloud before peering back at the tablet. "it says here that.." the tablet warbled in protest as she poked at it. She scowled, let out a 'hmm', then looked at Jason. A look of recognition crossed her face and she clucked her tongue, clearly not wanting to ask the question she wanted to ask.<br/>She cleared her throat and returned to addressing Jenna as Jason chuckled-- the doctor<br/><br/>"Seems you did just arrive in town under unusual circumstances, so you probably haven't heard how such things work around here. Conventional pregnancies run long and they run big, it's a side effect of the magic," she winced, clearly uncomfortable with the word, "that runs the place. "Suffice to say, pregnancies run 52 weeks and produce a child the size and maturity of a 14-month-old. Since there are also a great many things one can't do and jobs excluded from pregnant women for health reasons, most of the children are born to a surrogate mother. I take it you wish to apply to the surrogacy program?"