“What am I supposed to do with the fucking baby?” “What do you mean what are you supposed to do with the fucking baby?” asked Lilaia. “You bring it with you.” “That’s kidnapping.” “It’s not kidnapping if there is consent.” “The baby can’t consent!” There was a beat of silence, and then Naia said, “I really don’t understand how you lived this long.” “That makes two of us,” Dionysus snapped.
