[Out in one of the gardens somewhere in the neutral area of the dressing room is Allen. In his arms is a small, pink bundle.]
... And then as he turned around that corner, little did he know I was waiting for him! I threw a punch at him and he was so startled he dropped everything he had taken! That mime never saw it coming.
[Allen just goes on with the story, the bundle of baby blissfully asleep, her father's stories of punching mimes and saving the day for all children going blissfully unheard.]
[ooc;
nightshined had her baby around last Saturday, the post
here!]