Backdated to Monday
[So it turns out that having been traumatically turned into a species of sterile monster makes one actually more inclined to treat the sudden appearance of an infant as a miraculous source of joy.
Especially if the baby somehow turned out fanged too. Which it did. One fang, anyway.
Hence, there's a very proud Magda walking through the hallway with a small, wispy-blond-haired baby on her hip. The baby is gumming at a headless dead rat, and Magda could not look more the adoring mother if she tried. She wipes at the baby's cheek with her apron.]
Ekaterina, draga, esti obtinerea de sânge peste tot pe fata ta...
[The baby whines a little and wriggles.]
Especially if the baby somehow turned out fanged too. Which it did. One fang, anyway.
Hence, there's a very proud Magda walking through the hallway with a small, wispy-blond-haired baby on her hip. The baby is gumming at a headless dead rat, and Magda could not look more the adoring mother if she tried. She wipes at the baby's cheek with her apron.]
Ekaterina, draga, esti obtinerea de sânge peste tot pe fata ta...
[The baby whines a little and wriggles.]