February. That sounded about right. Avery sent up her wishes that the woman didn’t have to wait long - just…at least long enough for her to get clear of the house after this. At the mention of a first child, Avery released a chuckle as she directed her gaze to the abode ahead. “Shouldn’t be a probl’m, I’ve got a little one of m’own that occasionally acts as if I’ve given her three cups of coffee.” Granted, Marigold knew not to interrupt Mama when she was working, whereas this child sounded quite rowdy.

“How old is your son?”

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