Dinner with your husband's parents was more quiet than you expected. Satoru's mother had made some delicious pasta, to the point you resorted to stuffing seconds in your face to avoid talking about the nitty bitty details about your marriage. "So..." Satoru's father starts out of nowhere, breaking the silence. "When should we expect grandkids?" "Ichiro!" Satoru's mother says, and gently slaps him on the arm. "What!" Satoru's father says with a shrug to his wife. "I'm just asking what we're thinking."