He ends up with mostly vegetables-- keeps the beets, passes on the marmalade-- cheese, tomatoes. It doesn't matter much what it tastes like, anyway. It crunches, and that's plenty for him right now. It's decent and he didn't have to sell his soul for it, he's all right.

The condition doesn't mean much but he gets the idea-- the important part is the baby's going to be okay. Of course. She should've been taking it easy already, but that's not the life they get to lead. They've gotta take what little victories they can get.

"That's good," he murmurs after a moment. His usual talent for understatement, because it's everything.