Picking out names, and making plans?

She turned to Chester with a saucy look on her face. "If it's a boy, we'll name him Chester, after his father. But I'm not sure what to name the baby if it's a girl."

"Yes, I suppose Diana Junior is definitely out of the question" quipped Penguin. "Hmm" he thought, bringing his hand to his chin. "How about something like Zoe or Xena?"

"They sound nice. Zoe Cobblepot. Xena Cobblepot. Zoe Prince. Xena Prince. I think I like Xena best. Thank you! That's exactly what we'll name her, and she'll be a true warrior, just like her parents."

Penguin beamed at her, and she beamed at Penguin. "Chester? I think I love you."

"Diana, I-I don't know what to say. This is so odd, and so unexpected. This whole thing seems so backwards. It's got to be the gas, Diana. And I'm almost afraid we're both gonna snap out of it, and end up with a disaster on our hands. Please look at us, Diana. I think I love you too. Bit if something happened, and we became bitter rivals again, I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear losing you after finding you." Penguin looked like he might start crying.

"Then I'll have to be strong for both of us. I think you're worth the risk. I've never seen this side of you before, and it really turns me on. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she growled. "Fancy another go? You know, just to make sure we get the job done right?"

Penguin smiled. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up, ever. "I think you're worth the risk, too. I think we did get the job done, but a second time around wouldn't hurt. Let's do it, babe."