"Really? You have to ask? You know that I can eat no matter how much I've eaten."

Magda grinned, but took another sip of the seltzer to keep herself from saying anything too quickly. In all honestly she just wanted to blurt it out and tell him what she had found out, but she was far too tentative to be so bold. “Well that’s good. I feel like I haven’t had anything proper in my stomach for days.” Mostly because while at home she had been ever so careful to eat modestly. She wasn’t sure if her own premonitions were true, but after the Healer had confirmed it she felt like she needed to feast all the damn time.

Low key. He wanted a low key night and she was ready to spoil it by making it a stressful and most definitely non-low-key evening. Yes, he’d be happy, but low key wasn’t in the dividend. When Magnus brought out the bangers and mash appetizer for the two of them she immediately went in on them, devouring two before he practically had the chance to eat one.

"Dinner not yet? I thought you were starving love?"
 
She casually placed her fork down and dabbed her mouth with a napkin, “I’m just trying to be polite.” She started, and then picked up her spoon and took a healthy bite of the mash, “Jeremy…how serious are you about your healer job?” She asked, “I mean, if we left London and went away somewhere…away from Lamont…could you just be a healer somewhere without anything else holding us back?”