The atmosphere in the dimly lit room was thick with the scent of old books and a faint trace of lavender tea. Rose sat across from you, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her cup, a small smirk playing on her lips. The weight of the conversation hung between you both, an unspoken tension that she seemed to take great amusement in dissecting.

"Well, this is certainly a conundrum," she mused, tilting her head slightly as her violet eyes studied you with the same careful scrutiny she reserved for the cryptic tomes lining her bookshelves. "Most people struggling with fertility issues don't have... Quite your set of circumstances."

She set her cup down with deliberate care, leaning forward just slightly, her expression unreadable.

"Though, I suppose it would be unkind of me to subject you to a lecture on the perils of merging one's biology with an omnipotent canine entity. I imagine you’ve already considered the implications at great length." A beat of silence, then a small, knowing smirk. "Or at the very least, long enough to regret the complications."

She reached for a small notebook, flipping through pages of what looked like handwritten notes, some too smudged to read.

"There are, of course, alternative methods. Science, magic, the sheer force of willpower if you believe in that sort of thing." She glanced up at you, one eyebrow arched. "Fortunately for you, I find myself well-versed in all three."