Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant... It echoed in the cave. If Dag could have, he would have blushed. He wasn't very good at things of the womanly persuasion, and it was one of the reasons why he tended to prefer males; but it would be a lie to say that he wasn't still ferociously attracted to most females. Ah, well. Life was tough when you wanted to sleep with everything. He cleared his throat nervously, an emotion that looked out of place on his usually jovial face. "Well, does Valkyrie know? Who's the, uh..." Father? Donor? Lucky man behind door number 3? "y'know, the guy," he said lamely.
Whew. If it couldn't get any more awkward. Dag mumbled a thanks to Dutch as he went to collect the moss from her, bumping into her again in the close quarters of the cave. Cursing himself internally, he accepted the moss and turned back to the shrooms. Their bioluminescence reflected back in his eyes. If he could just focus on gathering these carefully, perhaps the situation might diffuse. He doubted it. Oi, women, going and gettin' pregnant... The band wasn't suited for children. He'd never given a family much thought before, but he was overcome with the sense that, if Dutch's litter were his own, he would want to drop anchor somewhere for a while. But he wasn't the family type. Right?
