Her eyebrows rose. She couldn't be late, but she just smiled and shrugged as if she would actually allow him to drag her around. Bianca did appreciate Bertram's way of life, he had kept her sane and calm during times when she'd been ready to crack under the pressure of her job and the war. She hoped that she'd be able to remember those calming methods as she felt her heart begin to pound in a frantic, nervous fashion as she forced herself to remain seated.
"Can we talk?" she said instead of giving him a dining suggestion. Bianca smiled, hoping that she didn't look as worried and nauseous as she felt. Maybe the nausea was just from the baby, but--she knew that it wasn't just that.
"Then we can go to lunch, if you want---" if he still wanted.
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