"Dad, stop spinning me, I'm getting dizzy…"
She held the clay pot in both hands, her big baby bump pressing against Lyle Sutton's belly, and her head was spinning—she didn't know if she should protect the pot or her own stomach…
Zeke Veridian's face turned green with worry. He hurried forward to help her down. "Leader, careful! Luna's pregnant, don't go spinning the baby out ahead of time."
Lyle finally realized, hurriedly set his daughter down gently, and rubbed his hands together with a goofy grin: "Isn't Dad just happy! The fools from the Winged Tiger Tribe were still showing off their lousy pottery a few days ago. Now let's see them act superior."
He suddenly lowered his voice, "Luna, this pottery... can you use it for hotpot?"
Luna Sutton nearly burst out laughing. She knew her dad was a secret foodie. He'd never fight the young ones for food, but always told her to make an extra helping—then quietly came by to take it for himself later.
