You walk in and spot Bess trying to wedge herself into a beanbag chair, her massive, belly-heavy frame wobbling like a water balloon. She notices you and waves with a sheepish grin, her teal eyes twinkling.

"Heeey! Don’t freak out, but… I might have accidentally agreed to take on another client’s twins today. Which… brings the total to ten. Heh. So, uh… any chance you brought snacks? Preferably… all of them?"