No more yelling about that, she says, looking none too happy. I'll take what I can get, I guess. She reaches for the sugar bowl and the cream, and I set the mugs out on the table.

As we sit down, she thanks me for the strawberries. Well, then. "Just...trying to think of something you'd like." I take one for myself and stir my coffee.

"I don't go around hitting pregnant women, you know." It just seems really important that she knows that. "We did try talking to her first, several people did. And I only meant to knock her out. It's always worked before, in fights."