Adah frowned at that. "You can't have a kid with someone and then claim that you'll never with with them," she pointed out. "I mean, unless, what, she hires in some of those ninjas to sneak into your room in the middle of the night and extract samples of your sperm from your bedsheets, clone it, and then incubate a test tube baby, but, if you ask me, that's a hell of a lot of effort just to ensure that your spawn has a nice set of arms..."

She paused, grunting slightly as she closed her eyes.

"Then again, I've got a daughter who claims I never limp, so, yeah, it's some pretty weird, illogical shenanigans going on in this place, that's for damn sure."

Adah slouched slightly forward, her good arm doing its best to support her against the desk.

Her head hurt. And Edgar was probably going to have another screaming fit again tonight, so that would just make everything keep turning up sunshine and roses.