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[try_corsets]

After everything that has happened since she left Port Royal, Elizabeth decides there is something disconcerting about events that do go according to plan. Raph remains undetected aboard the Empress. Complications have yet to ensue

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter has returned to her normal Winter look and notices the pregnant young woman and her concerned look hides a small smile,

"Have you been eating enough, my dear?"

[try_corsets]

"I believe my diet has been sufficient as of late," answers Elizabeth, returning the spoon to the bowl as her gaze flicks to the other woman. "This would be excessive for most people."

There's no frustration or anger behind her words, however. She has her suspicions as to who is responsible.

...is that roast beef over there by the half loaf of bread?

[wheatencrown]

"You are feeding two though and sufficient is rarely enough when you're expecting a child."

[try_corsets]

It is. Elizabeth slants an absent half-smile at the woman and contemplates how best to reach for the beef without knocking over something or otherwise appearing horrendously uncouth.

A pause, a long exhale, and she remembers: pirate.

At least she manages not to dislodge anything else as she stretches to reach the plate she wants.

"You sound as if you have experience with my condition."

[whitestshoes]

An equally pregnant Pam watches the entire event take place with an expression of amusement.

"That's a lot of food."

[try_corsets]

"Yes," says Elizabeth, staring at the latest plate to arrive. She appears slightly dazed. "Rather."

Abruptly, she goes from staring at the table to staring at Pam.

"Ah." A slight smile. "Would you care to join me?"

It's hard to tell, but Elizabeth is quite pleased by this turn of events.

[whitestshoes]

Pam's got a hand absently resting on her belly; she's feeling more and more top-heavy every day with the baby due only a few weeks from now. Not to mention antsy. And hungry.

And that trifle looks amazing.

"Sure," she says brightly, and pulls up a chair, sinking somewhat awkwardly into it.

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth continues watching her with an unnerving, unblinking look until Pam seems reasonably comfortable -- if that's even possible in their mutual condition, and Elizabeth is of the opinion that no, it's really not.

"You're the only other pregnant woman I've come across here," she says, and it almost sounds like a question, or a challenge.

'Woman' is also an important distinction.

[try_corsets]

Without looking up, Elizabeth smiles slightly to herself and sweeps her spoon through her mostly empty bowl, catching another clump of cream and sponge cake.

"I suspect that depends on the type of rat. The ones found on pirate ships are rarely so solicitous."

[try_corsets]

A sharp, somewhat helpless laugh escapes Elizabeth.

"If you don't, I've no chance of catching all this when the table inevitably collapses." Beat. "Do you mean to say even the rats are presuming to tell me how to eat?"

It's suspicious.