She shifted in her seat at the reaction. There wasn't much else she was expecting. She herself had had a similar reaction when her mother had sprung it on her- the first time. Then there was the second, third, and fourth. Reaching forward she brought her cup up and took a sip.

"Hm..." A breath out, still holding her cup delicately. Her eyes moved to the side again. Her face felt incredibly warm. "Mother thinks that we would make lovely parents." It had never really been a question in her mind, sure. Nothing surprising. "And she'd love to be a grandmother. 'As soon as possible', in her own words."