"Thank you!" Instantly, Mac threw back the glass and guzzled the bubbling concoction. His throat caught and he nearly choked at Clara's words of her unborn child. Setting the glass down, his eyes drifted to her torso. I'm no doctor, he thought to himself, but I'm pretty sure those voices she hears are not from down there.<br/><br/>"Lasagna.. umm.. thank you but I think I'll have to take a raincheck. This cold or whatever I have.. it's kind of making my stomach feel a bit off." And yet the wine was helping immensely.