If there was one thing Cliff didn’t like, it was being ignored. The lady seemed like she was actually dying, even as the man confirmed that he wasn’t. Well, maybe that’s what he wanted Cliff to think, although even he realized that didn’t make much sense. Cliff shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he came up to the other side of the mean lady.

Intrigued by the idea of being inside a Bartonburg home (Cliff would just invite himself in because why not?), he nodded. It was more for himself because he had brilliant ideas, but maybe it was reassuring to them too. “Yeah, well, I’ll bring up the rear in case she decides to not die and fall back instead.” Brown eyes turned toward the lady then as he fished his hand out of his pocket, holding something out for her. “Wanna mint? Might help with… whatever this is.” Didn’t really occur to him that she was pregnant. Not yet at least.

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