"You would make pretty children," she agrees. It seems like a safe enough answer while she's slightly distracted. Did her mom ever wonder about that? It had never come up between them. Too many things were never really talked about in her family. At least she can't pass it on. "Ruby-Sue is your sister? Older or younger?"

She turns and waits for him to fall into step with her before glancing up at him again. Her pace is slower this time; they both had more to drink than was strictly necessary, and she wants to keep an eye on him. Just in case. "Did you mean it? About my coming to visit your world?" If he's regretting the offer, now's the time to speak up or forever hold his peace.