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Sam walks in the front door, a bag in her hand. She goes up to the bar and takes out her check book and neatly makes out a check for her tab and Andrew's tab.

After depositing that, she orders a milkshake and goes and sits down somewhere, so she can rest. Mumsies to be shouldn't walk around all day!

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If she looks carefully at the people sitting at the Bar, she might recognize a certain grim fellow in a T-shirt with a mug of green ale.

A t-shirt that says "I <3 my Jedi."

His regular clothes are dirty and he doesn't want to run up their tab even more by using the laundry service.

She does notice him!

And she's suddenly there! Bouncing!

"Love the shirt."

"Thank you."

The expression on his face right now is somewhere between mild discomfort and amusement. "Jaina always says I should wear it more often."

Samantha smiles. "I agree."

"So, how are you?"

He considers the question carefully. "Not bad, for someone who is Bound. Yourself?"

"Not bad, for someone who is realising her pants don't fit anymore, because when you're pregnant, you start gaining weight." But she's still OH SO HAPPY!

Jag totally isn't smiling. Not at all. Except for the part where he totally is, because he loves the babychildren. "How far along are you?"

"8 weeks. Not gained a lot yet...but I can tell I am. I've already started the eating for two."

"So long as you only eat for two, and not three or four."

He remembers how big women can get when they're pregnant. And how much his mother complained about losing the babyweight afterwards.

Syal inna brain protests against that.

Sam snorts. "I have to make time to eat now. If I tried to squeeze anymore eating into my schedule, I'd never get anything done!"

Jag raises an eyebrow. "You've been busy lately?"

"Very. Quitting my job, and shopping and eating and talking to my mom and shopping and sleeping." Sam nods. "Busy busy."

"Don't forget to take some time to yourself," he advises. "Everyone needs a break every once in a while."

... yeah, he's been hanging around Jaina and the other pilots too long. It's rubbed off.

"Haven't seen you around for a while."

Jaina grins at Sam, leaning on her crutches.

"Hey you....what did you do?" Sam tilts her head, eyeing the leg. "Something stupid?"

Sam nods. She knows it. Something stupid. Yep.

Jaina stumbles in to a nearby chair, cplacing the crutches on the ground next to it.

She shrugs and smiles sheepishly. "Something like that."

Sam shakes her head. "Silly girl." She beams. "So, other than that, how are you?"

Jaina leans back further in the chair, shrugging again. "Better than we were doing a few days ago. But I think everything worked out for the best."

"Good." Sam smiles. "Always a good feeling."

"Yeah. It is."

She wants to mention the fight to Sam, but she's not sure how to bring it up. Instead she just grins, stopping a passing waitrat to order a glass of Whyren's.

"How are you doing, Sam?"

Sam pats her stomach, not quite flat, but not quite a bump there yet. "I'm good. Gaining weight. Eating for two now, you know."

Jaina chuckles. "We know. Enjoying it at all?"

"Oh yeah." Samantha nodded. "Loving it all"

"That's good to know."

Aside from her aunt, Jaina's never really spent much time around pregnant females. And, well, Mara's situation was unique.

"How far are you along?"