It's that time of the year. Stephanie's been feeling dread, on occasion, when she remembers that the castle is likely to saddle her with a child for a few weeks. The question was, whose baby this year? She's had three thus far, and this year especially she wants nothing to do with it. She doesn't have it in her, or so she thinks.

When she opens the door, she's half expecting to see a baby in someone's arms, but it's just Cass.... with an egg.

"If that's breakfast, I think you forgot to cook it."