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Sonia's a surprisingly good seamstress, given her occupation. (Then again, her occupation often involves rips, tears, burns, and other wounds to clothing, so it's a practical consideration.)

So, having discovered that it is now impossible to wear her hunting outfit, she's improvised something with her bedsheets and is now inside the house, trying to ease it more into a "dress" and less a "toga." While in it.

She of course still has the whip at her side. Just in case anyone feels like laughing at her.

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"Yeah..." She nods. "It's... real nice." And she is tearing up. Pls ignore that, Oliver. Pretend she's a hard-boiled demon hunter who does not let her emotions get the best of her.

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"It is, at that," Oliver agrees softly, successfully fighting the urge to pat her on the shoulder in a paternal sort of way. He's not sure she'd appreciate it, and he doesn't want to mess up the dress.

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She fumbles with the pins again, mainly to distract from Emotional Moment.

Those are always awkward.

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Also good at distracting from Emotional Moments? Topic changes.

"Was your old outfit deficient in some way?" he asks, with the air of someone who's searching for something else to talk about and isn't entirely sure this is the best topic but has nothing else at the moment.

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She turns a bit red at that one.

"...got too small."

DESPITE EXERCISE. WTF.

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Oliver looks nothing more than lightly concerned. You get good at controlling your facial expressions after a few decades of lying. "Oh, dear."

His look of concern grows a bit as he asks, "And you've been healthy? Lord, I'd hate to send you away from a hospital if you were ill...."

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"Y-yeah!" Fluster! "I mean, no worse'n before... I ain't- ain't had more stomach problems. I'll be okay!"

SHE CAN DEFEAT LARGE MONSTERS. A LITTLE... WHATEVER THIS IS IS NOT GOING TO STOP HER.

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The worry disappears and Oliver smiles. "Ah, how wonderful." One vomit does not a pregnancy make.

And yet...he nevertheless resolves to make the trip to the closest shopping mall outside of Kansas. And see if a few more women would like to come along. Because all women can automatically spot the signs of pregnancy, in Oliver's mind.