Probably a bad idea.

No. No, you couldn't do it. It just doesn't sit right with you, the idea that, if you and Terri ever got serious, you'd have to sneak behind her back to go bang one of your demon baby mama's and raise a half-demon family, while not being able to give her one. Not to mention the worst possible influence you have, that's literally floating by your shoulder. Sighing regrettably, you abandon all hopes of being with Terri, but take some comfort that you can both be friends.

The next morning, you are awoken by the smell of something dying and thick, noxious, green and purple smoke coming in from under your door. Following the smoke to it's source, and opening every window along the way, you find it to be coming from a massive stone pot, big enough to fit two trucks on top of each other, bubbling away on your kitchen floor. "Selas?" you cough, wafting the smoke away from your stinging eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?"

She emerges out of the fog, wearing thick lens goggles and a blood stained, leather apron, dragging behind her what looks like the tail of some massive albino reptile. "I'm making my Nanny Mara's secret recipe, Milk Jelly," she replies, flying up and dumping the tail into the pot. Grabbing a huge handle, she sprints around the rim of the pot, stirring up what's inside.

"I'm sorry, 'Milk Jelly'?" you say, opening a kitchen window and fanning the smoke out.

"Yeah, she wasn't very good with the names," she sighs, coming back down and slamming the window shut. "Don't do that. You're letting out all the good stuff."

"What good stuff? And why are you making this?"

"We're having kids, aren't we?" she smiles broadly. A chopping board floats up and vegetables fall in with a splash. She pats the pot proudly. "This stuff is going to get your swimmers so beefed up, that every woman on this street'll get preggers just by looking at you."

"Me?!" you shout incredulously. "There is no way I'm going to eat that! It smells like you dipped week-old roadkill in lye and rinsed it in sewer water!"

She looks at you wide eyed in shock. "How do you know the secret ingredient? You didn't summon Nanny Mara before, did you?"

You throw your arms up and storm out of your kitchen. "Fuck that! I'm out! I'm out! I am never eating that! Never!"