"Please, no more, sunshine. I'm stuffed," he said, trying to move.
He'd eaten too much—though he blamed Liz for that. She just kept showing up with more food, like stuffing him was some personal challenge. Plates were stacked around him like a miniature mountain.
Even when he said he was full—twice—she just smiled. And somehow, he couldn't say no.
When he finally tried to stand, Liz had to help him up, steadying him like he was some wounded soldier.
He groaned and rubbed his bloated stomach, dragging his hand across it like he'd swallowed a boulder.
"I think I'm pregnant," he said, voice dead serious. Then he added, with a pointed glance at her,
"—and you might be the father."
"Might?" she said, glaring at him.
Kael let out a short laugh.
Liz tried to stay serious—but then she laughed too.
"Come on," she said. "Let's go. It's getting late."
Kael walked Liz toward her dorm. It was on the opposite side of the male quarters.
They didn't talk much.
