Cynthia doesn't feel very well this morning.
Cynthia: "Oh, no, here it comes again--"
Cynthia: *Blarghhh*
Terence: (From outside) Cyn? Everything okay in there?
Cynthia: *Cough* Y-yes, honey. I probably ate something that didn't agree with me.
Terence: Must've been last night's supper at your father's. Your mother never learned to cook.
Cynthia: (To herself) Yeah, mom's food sucks, but I can't blame her for this.
Terence: Sorry, did you say something?
Cynthia: Oh, never mind!
"I have to give Terry the news. What do you say, little one, should we tell him right now?
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