"I hate to tell ya this, brother mine. Pregnant women rarely eat normal foods." She snorted and closed the crock of pickles and set that aside, wrapping up the rest of her eggs for later since they were so filling. "We do a lot of odd things." She yawned and flopped back on her bed, "I doubt pickles and ice cream is the worst combination that could happen." Indeed, she had craved some weird things since becoming pregnant. Scotch Eggs were probably her normal things, but she did indulge in watering down and adding sugar to pickle juice every once in a while.