Uriel giggled, flushing a bit as the Doctor pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. It wasn't that it was unpleasant, just... unfamiliar. Nobody had ever done such a thing to her. Nobody except -- except Pestilence.

She forced herself to forget such thoughts. It wasn't like the Doctor was interested in her that way; he simply was more accustomed to casual touch than she was.

"I'm well, thanks," she said, "and so is the baby. Healthy and kicking," she added, placing a hand over her stomach with a bright smile.

"You wouldn't say no, eh?" She grinned back at him. "Well, then you probably won't protest too much if I do this." She miracled into being a bown of jelly babies, just like the one she had created at the barbeque.