Phoebe looked up at her brother and sighed. "Thanks. Ugh, this is all so weird. I'm just glad the stomach is still small enough we can sort of forget about the fact she's knocked up for now." She thanks Sheldon for passing his eggs on and those were gone quickly enough too. "When we have to dump this broad, I'll be sure to chose someone with an extra flat stomach. For now though, I am actually rather enjoying this body." She said with a grin and she motioned to her chest.<br/><br/>Sheri was rather confused by the whole conversation and why Delphine had phoned them so early in the morning. "Hello? Del?" She asked and paused before blinking and handing the phone back to Charles. "She hung up. She sounded... not well. What does any of this have to do with my son?" While she heard yelling initially, she hadn't been able to make out what was being said on the PCD at all.<br/><br/>Delphine sauntered in and took a seat on the barstool where she slumped forehead and put her head down on the bar. "No, not really. Nothing that'll help a whole lot. I have a hunch but nothing concrete to go off of, unless you find an address for Sheldon Valentine." She muttered. Hearing her Dad suggest breakfast, she shook her head. "I can't eat right now, I'm not hungry. I feel like I might just chuck it back up. Besides, I don't want to go very far and risk missing Brian."