[Yeah, she's having that baby-longing. That thing girls do sometimes when they want something small and cute to take care of.

Maybe someday he would've been ready for that. At this point it doesn't seem like that's in the cards, though. Even if the cosmic ash brings him back, his life as he knows it now isn't one that needs kids added to it, that's for damn sure. Oh well, plenty of others for her to play with.]

So, what's the list now? You wanna help immigrants, help the homeless, an' take care of other people's kids?

[He doesn't mean for that to come out sounding condescending, and regrets saying it as soon as he does. They're all good things to do, if you're the kind of person who gives a shit. And she has a lot of shit to give, apparently. He sighs and gives her a squeeze around the shoulders, then reaches to pour his drink as the waitress brings them each a glass full of ice and a can.]

Sorry. There's a lotta opportunities for all of that. Whatever makes you happy, babe.