Despite a long-ago dream of grim portent, You're Going To Have A Bad Time had, in fact, been having an extremely good time. Generally speaking, she didn't worry much- she kept her head down, didn't give anyone trouble, and was just as friendly and agreeable as she could be. Keeping her temper and tongue in check was... a challenge, sometimes, but she was fairly determined not to be a bad time for others. So when she'd had a very good time with a handsome buck, she didn't fret about it- even when she showed the obvious signs of eggs to come. That was fine! Her kids would be fine. They definitely wouldn't have hardship or strife or anything like that coming to them. Nope. Not her kids.
Her gritted teeth and the circles of sawgrass she'd trampled down as she paced had nothing to do with her impending motherhood, nope nope nope.
As long as she didn't think about her luck running out, it wouldn't, right? This certainly wouldn't be the bad time she'd once seen in a dream. Of course not.
