I let out a loud yawn, making Matia jump from where she"s sitting on her blanket in the corner.
"Another late night?" Nik asks from his desk.
"You know it was. The Blessed can drink."
"And you can not."
"Nope, total light-weight," I agree. "And it doesn"t help that my muscles are aching from the parade. Why did we have to walk it? Why couldn"t we have been on a float or something? Maybe I need to figure out a way to let me sit on something next time like the Taweret Blessed."
"The Taweret Blessed are pregnant," Nik reminds me. "Or have been recently, or will be soon. And you don"t think you want kids. If you change your mind, then we"ll set a reminder for four years" time..."
"We"re definitely not. Can you imagine how much worse this week would be pregnant?" A shiver runs down my spi
