Colly assured him it was not a problem and that it was perfectly normal for a person who was in their sixth month of pregnancy. The elf had offered to make the cake for him but he had been determined and on the fifth attempt he managed a passable cake. Somewhat mollified by his eventual success, he had left the evening meal to the elves and after demolishing the hearty chicken stew he went to bed early determined to be up early enough to make his soup in the morning.