If Aoife was still religious, this would be the moment she'd start to pray. Right now she only misses Thor with her to anchor her to this world, instead of inviting the wind to come pull her apart. Not that she does so, of course. It's Joel's party, and he deserves something uneventful for once.

She has been lying about her magic for such a long time that it is like slipping back into worn shoes. Look, no hands.
"Maybe it was true love's kiss", she winks. "I don't think we will ever know, so I guess we can only be happy that it passed and everyone still being alive. That much I do know, that no-one got seriously hurt."

"Will the two of you do anything before the child arrives? A trip or something silly or ..I don't know, sleep for twenty-four hours?"