[quote=@Tortoise] I like to imagine they're born with stubble. [/quote] What this all brought to mind for me, suddenly and without warning: [i]Dwarven Wife: "Oi, deah', look at' is' un'! She's got yer' Pa's stiff n' rugged chin, eh?" Dwarven Father: "Aye dear, she does ave' it! And yer color air' ta' boot. Look at is' lil' beard alreadeh' comin' in, ancestors bless er'! Can't be aneh' less proud ah' tha' wee' boy than ah' can beh' right now....brings tears to me eyes to see ah' bit ah've my Pa' again too, it does. Been many ah' year since e' was walkin' round n' still breathin'. My Ma'll be crying to once she sees er' fer' erself'!" Dwarven Wife: "Let em' tears flow out fee ta'day, dear, cause' man's gotta' beh' proud bout' is' first child bein' born an' all! But weh' can save tha' celebratin' fer' tha' bar later, ah'm thinkin'. The rest ah' tha' clan waitin' outside's gotta be antsy waitin' fer' tha' news now. Let em' get smashed fer' now, and we'll join em' later fer' some more rounds. Ow's that sound?" Dwarven Father: "Yer remindin' me every day why ah' love ya' an' married ya', dear, and yer advice in on-point! Me' brothers n' yer da'll need ta get some drink in after waitin' fer' tha' news of tha' birth, they will! Though not even Pa' woulda' crossed this midwife of ah' mother ya' got ere' as well, mah' love." Midwife/Dwarven Wife's Mother, from the corner where she's stnading with crossed arms and chewing something: "Oi! You two gonna' tell em', or I gotta' do it meself fer' the day gets' passin' along too far ta' get ta' tha' tavern fer' drinkin' hour?" Dwarven Wife: "Right. Eh, yeah go tell em' dear. Before me mum gets fed up." Dwarven Father: "Aye, aye, I'll go, I'll go. Me' ma'll be barging in ta' boot ah' figure."[/i]