[ Peasant, a word she's surprised to find herself familiar with, has never sounded so palatable before. Her mother's use of the word was hardly generous, which makes his implication rather nice. ]

Are... you talking about my dress? [ she half-grins ] Thanks. I think. But it doesn't rule out you being a–

[ Then the uncomfortable pull on her midsection lessens. ]

Uh. Do these things seem to be slowing down to you?