She nodded. That did sound pretty busy, especially with a kid added in, but he didn't seem to be complaining.

"Mazel tov, or whatever the right words are in this situation," she chuckled. "Probably good luck is the best option? Kid, wife, house, you're doing all the stressful things at once. But then again, I guess you'll get it over with, yeah?"

She wouldn't probably ever have a husband (or wife, she didn't rule it out) or a kid, maybe not even a house. Owning and running a bar was about as much permanence as she thought she'd ever have. And it was a hell of a lot more permanence than she'd ever had before.