“Jack, one of the new Weevils is pregnant,” Owen announced, relishing being the bearer of less than joyful news.
Jack looked more than a little surprised.
“Are you sure? I thought you told me you didn’t know how Weevils reproduced.”
“Well, yeah, I said that, but only because I’d never seen a pregnant Weevil. None of the Weevils I’d studied had any reproductive organs, but this one does.”
“Which one is it?”
“The one you named Brad.”
“Ah. Guess I’d better rename her.”
“What would you call a baby Weevil?” mused Ianto. “A Weevlet? Weevling?”
“I’m thinking Fred,” said Jack.