Eve

The just smiled fondly at Eve, and was pleased to find her brain didn’t catch fire at the very sight of her breasts. That felt like healing. “Eve,” she said warmly. “Through perfection and love you’ve won the game.”

The mother sniffed, and let a tear drip down her eye. “Oh, thank you…” she sobbed and held out her hand for the fruit. “I feel like my baby’s been crying for thousands of years and I haven’t been able to comfort them!” The she noticed the host frowning. “What?”

The host caught herself, and gave a guilty shrug. “Oh, sorry…” she gestured to Bab’s sleeping form. “…it’s just mothers… ya’know?”

“Aww…” Eve held her arms our and huger, the fully human woman. “Some just aren’t cut out for it.”

The host nodded, and sniffed. “Yeah… sorry to make this about me.”

“Nonsense, I always have time for one of my kids.”