[Not the flower analogy, please ... Except he does end up making it a little bit convincing, she can almost forget about that time someone sang Lena a poem about how hers looked like a 'delicate, hungry flower'. The touching helps because even as she recalls the memory she's perfectly capable of a very indulgent, pleased sigh.]

'Seed pregnant', I feel like I should - know the name of that part!

[But she doesn't even know the name of colors right now.]

But I think that's the part that can get me pregnant, so same difference.

[Such big hands, Boxer, so very good at opening her body, too.]