When she saw the surprise in his eyes regarding cooking, her smile widened. "It would have been no trouble, da," she said, choosing to go for that over Bill since, well, it was a new word. "I honestly love to bake especially; Joe is fond of my fruit tarts. Oh dear," she stopped talking as she moved to sit down. She was so nervous to talk about things since she was a very yappy person normally. She could not help but to have that chipper personality no matter her situation. "I'll try and keep my tongue from wagging too much... My mother has said I talk way more than a lady should."

"But you do have a lovely voice," she blurted out, "It's rather joyous." It was honestly said, and her eyes were earnest when she spoke to him.

The smell of the food caught her attention. It was delicious smelling, though something about it roiled her stomach just a little bit. She blamed it on the fact that she wasn't feeling well. And even though she visibly paled for a moment, she seemed to be alright otherwise. She was still ignorant to the fact that she was already pregnant, but that was a story for another week to be revealed to all, however... the signs were there and he, being an experienced father, might be able to spot some of the signs easily enough to suspect she was breeding.