"Thank you, Miss Skratchit." Dukey extended a hand to her, and started to explain, "but we're not..." then decided against saying that they weren't married. "That is, we're not used to this quite yet, this being our first. I hope everything goes according to plan."<br/><br/>"You said that Marcel's in the cafeteria, and that he'll have to stay for a few days. Geez! I'll have to go see him. I didn't realize he was in such bad shape." He turned and headed off in the direction of the hospital's cafeteria, and spotted Bubba sitting with his arms wrapped up. He walked over to him and sat down opposite him, smiling. "You got yourself a looker, Bubba! I saw your nurse, she told me you'd be here. Talk about HOT!" He realized too late that that was probably the wrong word to say to a burn victim, and continued, "She's quite a babe." That brought back the memory of being told of Clara's condition. "Oh yeah, and I've got news. I'm gonna be a father!" He winked at Bubba and said, "play your cards right, and you could be one, too."<br/><br/>"Anything I can do for you, just let me know. Oh, and by the way, I put all of this on my insurance."