[He doesn't have to explain. Not really. He's known Fiddleford long enough to know how he feels about fatherhood. He remembers the aghast look on his face back in college, when Ford had mentioned offhand things his own father had said and done. It wasn't hard to suss out.
A fond smile steals over his face.]
I certainly will.
[He pauses, just for a moment, and then elbows Fiddleford in the ribcage.]
We're not even properly married yet, and you're already talking about adopting kids.
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A fond smile steals over his face.]
I certainly will.
[He pauses, just for a moment, and then elbows Fiddleford in the ribcage.]
We're not even properly married yet, and you're already talking about adopting kids.