Come morning Lang winds up needing the wake up call. When a person sleeps with the anticipation and hope of being awoken in the middle of the night they tend to not sleep very well. At least she's no longer hauling around leftovers in her belly. The balls are another matter, but such is life.<br/><br/>Once Lang arrives in the mess she is presentable. Not ready to leave, but dressed and ready for 'around town' dealings. At the table Lang is again seated at the end. The standard seating just isn't made with someone of her size and shape in mind. Being next to her is as easy as sitting on the same end. With the added benefit of being nearly in front of each other instead of merely beside. Though slightly further away than would otherwise be possible.<br/><br/>"Has it really been that long?" Lang muses aloud when Quigo mentions it's been a year since the last time a woman visited. "Feels like it's only been a few months. How the time can fly." Announcements regarding one of her previous efforts in fatherhood was not something she was prepared for. At all. It's finally her turn to be the one blushing as she collects herself. "I'll have to prepare a response then. I can't just sit on such news without doing something."