"I meant it hypothetically," she said, but smiled because of what he said anyway. It was nice to know she had people to call family now even after all that had happened. Things were slowly melding into place instead of imploding yet again. She looked down then and said, "I know..." and then paused to think about it, but then cast the thought aside for the moment, not wanting to face such a thing just yet. She knew that it would happen one day or another and she wanted to make sure she was a good mother. Her eyes kind of grew distant and her brow puckered... She wanted to do better than what she had been brought up with. "One day," she agreed then, and put her fork down after eating a few more bites of fish, it was a few bites too many. The fish lingered a bit longer in her cheek than she intended. Please don't gag, she thought... please... please... don't.... She chanted the mantra in her thoughts and managed to swallow the bites with several delicate and reluctant swallows. There, that wasn't so bad...

"What is your favorite pastry, da?" she changed the subject to something lighter, thinking they'd both had enough of the deep conversation. Of course, unless he spoke about it, she wouldn't mentioned what they spoke about. She was tentative when approaching him at first but now she felt a bit more comfortable. Not too comfortable, but comfortable. "I'll make it for you if you'd like."