<span style="color: #ff4da6">"Then encourage naughty and sticky behavior. The kind that would make Ras and Sharindia jealous." </span>Muse stuck her tongue out and took her chair as directed while Sahra moved to her coconut pudding with half a pie still in her hand.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"I don't know when we'll have our next one, but it's coming out of Muse next time." </span><span style="color: #ff4da6">"Who said we were having more? This house has too many children as it is, Ras can't seem to control himself and I don't think Elune wants anymore."</span><span style="color: #ff99cc">"Oh, we're immortal or damn near close to it. We're having at least one more child between now and when we die. And you're carrying it."</span>Muse held up both hands and nodded.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"Alright, fine. I know better than to argue with myself."</span>Even though she didn't eat, she began to wretch and gag as Sahra began to dip her pie in the pudding.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"Really!?"</span><span style="color: #ff99cc">"Don't judge me!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>