“Where are we going?”
“You, me and little Sangre are going out to eat.”
“Little Sangre?”
“Uh huh”
“What if it’s a girl?”
“…I hadn’t thought about that”
“Better get thinking because I don’t think it’s a boy in there”
“What’s the bet?”


So it turns out it wasn’t the potion causing my illness…

“So… if you promise to make this as pain-free as possible and don’t kick up a fuss, I’ll buy you a life time supply of chocolate. Deal?”