““Po tilted his head at her. “Do you dislike children?” “I’ve never disliked the children I’ve met. I’ve just never wanted them. I haven’t wanted to mother them. I can’t explain it.” She remembered Giddon then, who had assured her that this would change. As if he knew her heart, as if he had the slightest understanding of her heart. She threw another bone into the fire and hacked another piece of meat from the goose. She felt Po’s eyes, and looked up at him, scowling. “Why are you glaring at me,” he asked, “when for all I can tell, you’re not angry with me?” She smiled. “I was only thinking Giddon would have found me a very vexing wife. I wonder if he would’ve understood when I planted a patch of seabane in the gardens. Or perhaps he would’ve thought me charmingly domestic.””
