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"December," he repeated, nodding absently. It was, what, July? No wonder he hadn't noticed it last time. She was pregnant. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it just yet. It was a good thing, correct? She was going to have a baby... She had the beginnings of a new life for herself on the island all set out. But would the transformations effect the child? At that, would it even survive them?

He cleared his throat, smiling once more and searching for a new topic. For some reason, it felt decidedly awkward sitting alone in a room on a bed beside a pregnant woman, even moreso knowing the child was some other man's. Not that he had ever thought of Natsumi in that sense, but with this newly gleamed knowledge everything felt...off.

It was her age, he decided. She was, what, maybe 20? No on that young should be having a baby. That was all. That was the only reason he was unsettled. Yes. Good. "...What're you reading?" he asked, grabbing hold of the new subject and reaching past her for the book.

"Are you really?" Chuckling, he gestured to the book for permission, then lifted it from her lap, lazily flipping through a few pages. "It's originally British, t' be honest, but that's about all I know of it. I've never read it m' self." As well known as it was, the concept of the book, from what he had heard, had never quite appealed to him. He rarely had the patience to sit still and read in recent years especially. When he did, it was various things that had been recommended by friends. Harry Potter was not on that list.

"What's confusin' about it?" Where in some context the phrase could have been taken as in insult, it was clear that he was genuinely curious. True, he hadn't read the book, but he may be able to clear up a few things that didn't relate to the actual plot.

"Well, this is the American edition," he assured her with a nod. "But the author's British, and th' book originally was." He really didn't see the point of making an 'American' edition. If they could figure out the meanings of simple words, they shouldn't be reading the bloody book. He held the book over for her to flip through it, drawing it closer once she pointed out the section to search for an answer. "Th' words themselves don't mean much. They're spells. Probably latin based t' make more sense or some such. Nothin' y' need t' worry about. Speaking..." He frowned faintly, skimming the page and flipping back to skim the one before it. "I s'pose pictures can talk. With everythin' else these books imply, it wouldn't surprise me. It is fiction, after all."

He chuckled, snapping the book and shaking his head. "In some cases, per'aps, but th' troll books like this mean are monsters. Big deformed people type things. Ugly, smelly, not very bright. T' say someone's a troll means they're like those monsters, which is what people mean when they call women that." His eyes followed her as she moved to retrieve the box of books, and he set Harry Potter aside to inspect the next, smile brightening. "Ahh, I know this one."

What boy hadn't read Lord of the Rings? Admittedly, it had been years since he had picked up one of these books, but they had been some of his favorites growing up. "Elves are another mythical creature. Like people in appearance, but taller, very elegant. An' they 'ave pointed ears. Dwarves are kind of th' opposite. They're short, stocky, big beards. Miners an' metalworkers an' th' like. I'm surprised the 'obbits didn--"

He abruptly fell silent as a small book flew past him, looking up from Lord of the Rings to be greeted by another of those stares. He raised a brow, glancing after the book, and actually jumped slightly as she because rambling in Japanese. Bemused, he leaned over to retrieve the book. A glance at the front cover heralded another long silence, and then he just tossed his head back and laughed.

Thom was in fits. Apparently he gotten much more out of Natsumi's friends' joke than the poor girl had. If ever he had had a candid camera moment on the island, this was it. Here she was, Natsumi: soft spoken, innocent, perfect little Japanese girl. But a second glance, and he was sitting on her bed, she had learned to play soccer, she was pregnant, and she was probably the only Islander with the 'Kama Sutra Pocket Edition' in their possession.

Catching her perplexed stare, he simply laughed once more, falling back to lay with his legs hanging off the bed. Picking up the small book, he lazily flipped through a few pages, chuckling all the while, then waved it at her in almost an accusing manner. "It would be th' pregnant woman who owns th' Kama Sutra."

His laughter faded with the woman's reaction, smile soon joining it as she stuttered out a reply. Quickly sitting up, he dropped the book on the floor, thinking it better if it wasn't in sight for the time. "No, no, Natsumi..." Great, he had upset her. He was only teasing! He would never, ever have imagined Natsumi to be in possession of such a book, and her reaction upon finding it only backed up this theory. Especially after she had mentioned that the box of books had been a gift from her friends. The prank had simply amused him. It seemed like something his own friends would pull.

And, in truth, he hadn't been -looking- at the book. ...Just pretending to. And only a few pages. Yup.

Again giving no regard for personal space, he reached up and gently moved her hands from her face, offering a smile. "I didn't mean any offense, I assure you. I was just teasin', all right? I know it's not yours. It's just th' same sort of thing my friends would've pulled on me--and I'd probably laugh at it then as well. C'mon, don't be upset..."

His smile brightened as hers returned, and with her question he laughed, shaking his head. "Certainly not!" He gave her hands a quick squeeze, then released them and sat back as before to make her more comfortable. "Should I? I've seen no reason to. Long as y' don't call me 'd**k'ead', we're fine." He grinned.

Thom watched her for a moment, a strangely restrained expression on his face, but soon he was forced to give in and broke into laughter once more, shaking his head in a disbelieving manner. He laughed once more, though it faded with her little jump and the altered placing of her hand. However, his smile remained, and after a moment he nodded towards the door. "Want t' go get somethin' t' eat?"