"I can kind of see the appeal in that, but I think the texture would get to me nowadays. Seems like the sort of thing they would make and the sort of thing Nall would absolutely love."

And now she's imagining a kitten-sized dragon swimming his way through a pot of jellied eel. She covers her mouth and nose, as if sneezing, and starts laughing.

"I'll be sure to bring him some if I get to visit him before the baby's born," she gets out once she's gasping for breath.