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Unarelle blinked when Amell came down and joked about her selling the baby for medical supplies, shaking her head a bit and grabbing herself some leftovers to heat up, since she knew Gamaya was hard at work on the cake. At least, she would be if she was in the kitchen. Gamaya got herself dressed and tidied herself up so it wouldn't be obvious and then she headed downstairs, also acting as if nothing happened. She got back to baking, and Unarelle eyed her. "What did he want to talk about?" she asked in a soft voice, and Gamaya gave a small sigh. "Adult things. Parent things. Widow things. Don't worry about it," she said softly, and Unarelle figured it was probably a grief thing to do with his ex-wife's death, as she'd suspected before, so she didn't question it any further. Danonte squealed with delight when Amell picked him up out of the play pen, shrieking with laughter when he was tickled.