Arlen turned to look at him, "You don't want to drink." That was a little odd, Ravi loved wine. In fact, he had jars of wine buried in his garden.
Why was Arlen looking so dumbstruck like he was an alcoholic? He stopped himself from rolling his eyes and gestured to Rey, "The water is for your sister. She is pregnant."
Shock rippled through Rey's blue eyes and the poised and calm young woman pointed to herself repeating almost foolishly, "I am pregnant?"
Ravi nodded calmly. He did not know any way to subtly gesture to the woman that she was pregnant and he knew that pregnant women were advised to avoid certain foods. This was Arlen's nephew or niece, he might tell the atoms but he was not a fortune teller, he could not say which gender the little cluster of atoms would be.
"How.." Before she could begin her interrogation, Arlen pounced on her.
"Rey! You are pregnant, you are pregnant."