"Are we going to see my new mommy? Ooh ooh, is she pretty?" Tofu asked, finding her enthusiasm once more.<br/><br/>"Ah, wonderful wonderful." the husband remarked. "Maybe our boy will be just as beautiful as him no?" he asked his wife. She simply nodded, no verbal cues or noises left her mouth. Jazz' attention stayed primarily with the wife, little alarms blaring in her head that won't let her stay at ease. "Maybe it's her burqa?" she ponders. "Well I can't just rip it off or sneak under. Muslims are very conservative with that stuff. These two could be an exception. I think I'm just overreacting." Clapping her hands, she led the couple into the building, touring through the various locales, important departments, and merchandise. Finally she reaches her own lab, her curiosity piqued that her lab door was left open. "Pardon me, I must leave you two for a brief period. Uhmm, Miles, be a dear and finish the tour for me." She squeezed her gooey mass through the door without having the door move an inch. Standing there, she takes a moment to absorb what she saw. Multiple guards everywhere, all near her lab equipment and notes. Her pink, gelatinous surface trembled whenever a guard swung their hand too close to her work. And her emotions were counter balanced by the man she saw in the middle of the room. This blue haired, naked and handsome prince took soaked up all of her anxiety. "Boys, what's with the early birthday present?"