"Well, if you cannot have a child than we shall adopt one. We shall adopt a dozen orphan babies and you can be swimming in children and snotty noses and me trying to carrying around at least four babies at once." He stated with a firm tone, one corner of his mouth lifting, "And if you can have my child - by the Seven, bless that poor thing again and make sure he or she looks nothing like me."

He squeezed her hand once more, "I believe at this moment I will keep you from crying than worrying about food -- and yes, let me distract you further. How do these lanterns work?"