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Yoranda giggled a bit at Birger's words and waggled her fingers. "Voooo dooooo," she said jokingly, laughing a bit. Her laughter stopped and her expression softened into a gentle but serious one when he spoke again, and she gave him a loving smile. "That wasn't you, Bir. You weren't yourself. That was... some other man. And as long as he doesn't come out to play ever again, it's all good," she said softly.

Barynn giggled at her words and patted her round stomach gently. "It's just Baby making me loopy. I don't know why," she told him. She really hadn't been herself since getting pregnant, but that was okay. She was happy and that was what counted. "Why would I switch it if it's a boy? Boys are supposed to be easier to take care of. Why would I want the difficult baby?" she huffed.

Priscilla frowned a bit at his words, looking up at him. "You mean when you aren't as confused? I'm not confused about anything, James, and I'm certainly not unhappy." She paused, her brow furrowing. "Well, I mean, now I'm confused. I'm confused as to why you think me confused. I know exactly what I want. I want to be with you. I want to marry you and I want to have your children. There's nothing I've ever wanted more," she said, reaching up and cupping his cheeks gently, hoping he wouldn't pull away.

Zelipia shook her head in agreement with his words. "Nope. It's not. That's why my hobbies are all things that aren't competitive - shopping, animals, brunch, sex..." She giggled a bit and then nodded, standing up with him and letting him lead her out. She'd quite enjoyed this game. It was fun to hear cute little stories and interesting facts about someone when you didn't know them well. When he asked if she knew where Unarelle lived, she nodded. "Well, yeah, she lives with Yora," she replied. "And both of them live with one of their big sisters - obviously not Barynn - but I haven't actually met her yet, since I usually only go there to get Yora for our shopping trips and stuff," she said, beginning to walk to Yoranda's house with him.

Kyle couldn't help but to laugh at Dev's reaction to recalling that he was, in fact, the same age as her, and he nodded a bit. "Yep. Just nineteen. If I look any older, it's the muscles. And the damn facial hair that never seems to stop growing," he said with a sigh, lifting a hand to rub his cheek before going to sit at one of the tables. He blinked as Dev talked about the confusion between Hazel and Spencer, and he laughed a bit. "Well, I think it's normal for a thirteen-year-old boy to be resistant to the whole dating and attraction thing. Either he thinks dating is icky or he's trying to convince himself that he thinks girls are icky because that's easier to deal with than thinking they're hot," he said. "And calling girls pretty is definitely our parents' fault. They both do it sooo much. I have no idea why. I should ask. Maybe it's something to do with being open and communicative? I dunno. But we'll be walking down the street and one or the other of them will just randomly comment on how pretty someone walking by is - or sometimes how handsome a dude is, I dunno - and the other one agrees. Spence probably just picked it up from them," he said. "It'd be cute as hell if she's got a little crush on him, though. She's a great kid. I think she pushes him outside of his comfort box and, honestly, he really needs that."

Bastian raised an eyebrow at her words, but didn't question it, nodding a bit. "I suppose I could be," he agreed, and left it at that, finishing up his food. When they were done and she left, he kissed her goodbye and then fixed his suit, putting his sleeves back down and his jacket back on. He had a spare suit that he kept in the office in case he needed to change, and he decided later on during the work day that it might be best to change before dinner - especially since he didn't know what colour Vlora was going to wear, so the neutral black tie would likely be best. He got changed after his last client left and then headed into the lobby to talk with Claire while she packed up her things to leave. It was at that point that he heard the knock at the office door, which he could only assume was Vlora. He smiled, going over and opening it, and he was certain for a moment that his heart might stop. "Vlora..." he breathed, speechless for a second as he took in every detail of her appearance. Claire momentarily looked mortified and then continued packing up her things.