Jessica twisted her hands together, not wanting to push, and he's got the eye-thing, and... but if there's even a little chance....

"You think, maybe, in a few years, Willow would be okay with doing that surrogate thing for you guys?" she blurted out. "Maybe? I mean, I don't want grandkids now, I'm only forty-four--" Forty-eight. "--but, I kinda hoped, and maybe Tony, maybe he wouldn't mind so much, if..."