"I'm certain. It was a simple enough matter to confirm when I went home to speak with my family," she says, perhaps not gently but slowly enough that he won't get the wrong impression of confused if she jumbles it all out too quickly. "The pregnancy tests were just the initial test but our methods are entirely accurate."

She pauses, not certain what to do now, what to say. He seems shocked, of course, and she's already told him her plans. She bites into her lower lip a moment before reaching for the alcohol he's brought. Not even bothering to find a glass, she opens the lid and offers it over to him.

"Here, this might help," she says with some sympathy. She'd join him if she could, but alas, the child growing inside of her won't be having any sort of alcohol for another sixteen years.