somewhere in the corner he's telling her a joke

"It's Friday night," she replied seriously, getting up from the arm chair (she wobbled slightly, and James had to resist the urge to run forward and catch her. She was pregnant, not made of glass.) "And we're…listening to bloody classical music and reading flipping Dickens novels at half past nine at night! We'll be going to bed in a minute! That's what old people do!"