"Something like that. The simulacra can be as real as you want, but yeah, start the paperwork now." Jason grinned, "as far as last night goes... the part where Hayley went down on you? The bit where I got really big and you rode me?" he asked, toweling himself off and putting the towel back up to dry, "or," his eyes went to her still-swollen belly, "the bit where you did? I don't have anything quite like that here, unless you count Elsa."<br/><br/>He wished, for a few moments that he had something similar to what Hayley used on him, and also this time, the hangover-killers. Or there was always Elsa and her 'magic', but that was just as fuzzifying to the memory.