"A girl that can cut and melt with the best of them," she considers with a wide grin. "Sounds exactly like my kind of person." Moira has a tendency towards rebels and those with the talents for letting their sweetness cover the steel laying underneath, seeing as she's done the same, herself.

"Yeah," she glances down to where he's looking on her bump. "End of the month. But it could be any day now, really. Or it could go on into August." She winces at that prospect; pregnancy is hard enough in July, with sweat clinging to every swollen limb and making her feel even more sluggish than usual.