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Jack sits in one of the chairs by the fireplace, singing to his daughter in a language long gone. The words would seem familiar, though: all lullabies, are their core, are about the same thing.

Love you, precious child. Love you.

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He had not and so goes over to read the notice.

Returning, "That is wonderful to hear." He smiles at Georgia. "Children are precious gifts."

"They are. And this one is longed-for and deeply desired, so it's doubly wonderful."

"I have not yet become acquainted with either of the parents." He lets Georgia take one of his fingers, tugging insistantly. "But it is good that their child is wanted."

"You've never met Bernard, even? He's the head barman. You ought to, at least once. Delightful fellow, if a tad brusque. I don't believe I've met Mrs. Tonks-Wrangle, though. Nor gotten to say her delightful name a few times." He grins.

He chuckles. "Her name is beautiful, if unusual."

"I like unusual names, I think. Though perhaps some are too much for a person to carry."

"I once interviewed a woman named Gonorrhea," he says with a perfectly straight face.

[ooc: Some slowish time--rearranging.]

Jack blinks.

And laughs.

"Modern times," he says, shaking his head.

"I did not ask if she knew what her name pertained to, though I was relieved her sister was not named Clamydia."

"There is a trend," Jack says, shaking his head, "of naming children for the sound. Not the meaning. It's dreadful."

"In most cases, that does not end too badly for the child in question. But we excell at creating our own exceptions."

He fishes one of Georgia's toys out of his pocket, letting it dangle in front of her.

Georgia blinks at the toy, and makes a tentative grab.

Her depth perception is only just beginning, though, and she misses the toy by some inches.

"Try again, sweetheart," Gil cooes, moving it a bit closer.

She blinks at him and at the toy, then reaches out both hands for another toy.

She chortles when her fingers touch it.

He lets it fall into her hands, smiling at her joy.

His eyes rise to meet Jack's. "Should the weather hold, we should bring her to Sheila."

"Yes. They've had a few good visits but not for the past few days. It's been too cold to take her out." He touches the back of Gil's head lightly.

"I wish my leave were not ending this week," he says quietly, smiling at Georgia's giggles.

"There will be more time," Jack says gently. "There will."

"I know. And I have strong motivation not to work such long hours."

"I am selfishly glad, for then I get more of you two."

Only one response is natural after such.

Mmmm, kissing.

Jack smiles as Gil kisses him and moves the baby into a more comfortable position.

An insistent tug by tiny fingers makes him break away with a laugh. "Was I neglecting you? I'm sorry."

"Love love love love love you too," Jack coos and kisses her round cheeks and her rosebud mouth.

"Love you so much, Georgia. So much," Gil coos in turn, kissing her head.