Jason grinned as she kissed him. "I'll remind you, assuming I'm in the right mind to do it," he said, running fingers through her wet hair after the kiss. "Just about everything here that's in a pill or elixir and doesn't come straight from the source won't cause you any permanent damage-- I say that as a trained first responder," he cleared his throat, "but, as with just about every other form of inebriation on the planet, damage to pride, dignity, reputation and og yes, the morning-after hangover are considered acceptable consequences. He chuckled, "you'd not be the first person to come to that realization the hard way." He ran his hands down her neck, then shoulders, and down to her hips and bulging belly. "This is a really good look on you," he said. "I don't remember a lot before we passed out last night, but I do remember the look on your face. Have you wanted to be pregnant before?" he asked.<br/><br/>The question's straightforwardness certainly belied conventional wisdom, at least from Jenna's perspective. Since the state of being automatically came with much bigger consequences. 'Out there', anyway.