Melody "Full of food and energy, I hope?"
Melody "Good. We shall clear the air, then."
Melody "When I got pregnant, I told you the moment wasn't right. That I was still young. All these years have passed since, and with all the knowledge and power I've gained... I hoped to feel more sure by now."
Cedric "...I understand. I married you knowing that I have a wish that might never come true."
Melody "That I'm uncertain doesn't equal to no, love. But the reasons I am are rooted deep."
Melody "...I'm afraid, Cedric. There's no question that a child of ours wouldn't become a powerful magic user. What a rational way to produce a new high witch! Just as my mother did before me."
Cedric "Melody... that's never been my reason."
Melody "Oh, your intentions are clear to me. Those are my own which frighten me."
Cedric "Ah... but what else is my baby fever than a desire to pass along a part of me? I don't see a difference in wanting to forward your magic."
Melody "Coming from you, of all people! I was expecting warning words about witches playing gods, at the least."
Cedric "Haha... if I ever see you playing god, I promise I won't hold my tongue. But your concern appears rather humane to me."
Melody "And you? Wouldn't having a child with me go against your contempt for dusty witch ideals?"
Cedric "...I don't want to have a child with a high witch, but I'd be overjoyed to expand the family with the woman I love."
Melody "You'd be closing one eye to only see the side that pleases you more."
Cedric "Perhaps. But I believe it matters too that the baby would be born out of the bond we share, not because we tried to place the seeds where the magic is the strongest."
Cedric "...Take your time to consider. I won't rush you."
Melody "It's not you who are rushing me, love. As someone just reminded me, the hourglass is emptying for witches as well; the time is no longer at our side on this matter."
