"Hot chocolate it is then." Michael said, opening the door for her. But he had noticed the furrowing of her brow. She didn't really like hot chocolate. Then why did she order it? Curiouser and Curiouser. Then it struck Michael. Pregnancy, within two months, can affect the future mother's diet infinitesimally.  It wouldn't be like when she would be six months in, begging for, he didn't know, a pickle smothered in peanut butter maybe? Michael shuddered. Those two should never go together.<br/><br/>Michael finally noticed her question, and saw her looking at the wick. "Oh." Michael said. "It's a wick."