It wasn’t surprising that that this would be her reaction and she tried to change her own demeanor a bit. “Well, I mean, we won’t really know until you take a test.” Her hands shook in the same direction as her head. “But, vomiting after every meal and mood swi-” she cut herself off, not sure the latter would be appreciated. “Not feeling like yourself does seem odd, doesn’t it?” She gave her a tight lipped smile, trying not to be too serious.

In an instant, her mood changed from irritated to amused. Was she being serious? “Cosima, hun, you know I’m gay, right?” she asked, unable to hide the laughter in her voice, “The last time I slept with a guy, I was sixteen and highly intoxicated. There’s no way I’m pregnant.”