[ If they have a sleeping baby again, maybe it's time to go back to bed. Emma pushes herself to her feet with a sigh, hugging her arms against her chest for warmth she'd rather borrow from Thor - until one word hits her harder than the rest of his answer, and she stands stiffer and straighter at the mere mention of it.]
Intermarried? We didn't intermarry, we -
[Inter-mated? Interfu - at least she has enough sense left in the middle of the night not to use that particular term, she's not entirely sure he'd like the sound of it.
His point is still there, that this is unusual, and their daughter's probably not going to have some unconventional soulbonding to a ridiculous weapon - but word choice, Thor.
Word choice.]
We had a kid. A very new, very small kid.
[Because that's less serious than a wedding, right?]
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Intermarried? We didn't intermarry, we -
[Inter-mated? Interfu - at least she has enough sense left in the middle of the night not to use that particular term, she's not entirely sure he'd like the sound of it.
His point is still there, that this is unusual, and their daughter's probably not going to have some unconventional soulbonding to a ridiculous weapon - but word choice, Thor.
Word choice.]
We had a kid. A very new, very small kid.
[Because that's less serious than a wedding, right?]