[ Taking the picture back, she glances down at it again. Maybe he was right, Deerington was just showing them the things that they wanted to see. It felt like a really cruel trick if that were the case, offering a glimpse into something that wouldn't happen. She lets those words sink in for a moment and isn't sure whether to tuck it away and forget about it, because why bother thinking about things that won't happen.

Her throat felt tight again, but for a different reason. ] Showin' us what we want, huh? I don't know whether it's that or not, it's not like I thought about this kind of thing previously. I'd near forgotten the vision I saw over the summer.

[ Which is safe enough to say, especially when she's struggling to figure out his thoughts on it, then again maybe they were both clueless about how to handle the idea. She finally shrugs. ]

I don't know. I didn't think I wanted it. Never took myself for anythin' maternal. But... [ She can't figure out whether to be honest and open, or stay neutral. ] I felt like I did, when I saw it. It made me feel like I'd never wanted anythin' so badly. [ She went with honest. but she was quick to try and offset it. ] But it don't gotta be big deal or anythin', it's not like I'd hold you to makin' it happen, so we don't gotta start pickin' out names for some kid we don't even have.