"- oh! When am I due? Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl yet?"

Bonesaw puts her hand on the orf's stomach for a moment. 

"Can't tell the sex yet. You're due in ..." she goes quiet.

"Nine months."

"I guess that makes sense, I probably would have noticed before now if it were Weird-Ear's."

"Should I not have killed him?"

"He'd be a terrible dad!"

"Why?"

"Because he was a terrible person?"

"But it's important for kids to have a mommy and a daddy so they grow up right, I'm pretty sure."

"They don't have to be the same ones you start with, though, I was adopted. Maybe I can find an orc to settle down with before the baby is born but I don't think it's that important."

"Huh."

"I was adopted too, but I'm pretty sure I didn't grow up right even though Uncle Jack tried his best."

"Oh, what were you supposed to grow up like?"

"I don't know. To be good, probably."

"That sounds hard. I guess my baby will be an orc and they're not supposed to be good."

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, it will be nice if they do what they're told and stuff, but they're not supposed to like... not kill people or something like that."

"Oh, I guess that does sound easier."

"Yeah. Elves have really long childhoods so I guess they have longer to figure it out or something."

"Humans have the same length as orcs, but I'm not sure how many of them figure it out."

"I guess most of them at least figure it out better than me at least."

"Well, are you a grownup yet?"

"No?"

"So you have some time, I guess."

"I think it's too late for being good for me "

"Oh. Why would it be too late if you wanted to?"

"I've done a lot of bad things."

"I guess, but you're still not grownup." Shrug. She pets her own belly. "Is it going to mess with the paints when I'm bigger?"