Thread:Winter Fairy/@comment-8014223-20190612012606/@comment-8014223-20191219191946

Crispin: (nods) Yes, don't worry. (Rubs Catrina's back)

Herb: We hope so, now tell us about my grandson...

Paprika: Herb, Herb, Herb, you do mean my granddaughter, don't you, dear son?

Herb: (concerned) What was that groaning?

Crsipin: Catrina's back is aching and I am giving her a rub...

Herb: I still can't believe she is pregnant.

Crispin: Neither can I. This girl...

Paprika: What? What did you say?