"Ooh," she says. "I wonder what's cooking."
"I will do. I seem to recall you spent your last pregnancy female. Was the utter conventionality of it suffocating?"
"When our little pumpkin is four days old, apparently," says Nathan. "Come find us then."
"I shall see you then," says Addy, waving at the Joker's midsection, and she boops Nathan's nose and then strolls off.
The time comes to make an appointment with Rosalie.
The time comes to attend it.
The Joker hasn't felt like swapping back again, so he is still unconventionally shaped for a pregnant person.
She presents them with a baby girl.
"Hi there, Aedyt," says Nathan. "Welcome to the world."
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"Ooh, another twofer," says Addy, rubbing her palms together in glee. "You should have a hundred kids, it'll be great."
"Tastes like cinnamon and nutmeg is what - okay, okay. I'm gonna call it - editing? Aedyt here is never gonna need an eraser or food coloring or a seam-ripper in her life. Cinnamon's the ingot part that does the editing, nutmeg's the witch part that'll tell her what she can edit so she doesn't have to do it by trial and error. Magical equivalent of proprioception," diagnoses Addy.
Addy grins. "Soon as she walks and talks I want to do magic lessons just like with Kerron," she says.