"So, can I breastfeed?"
"I don't know. I'm not the changeling in this relationship."
"Fair point. But I mean, all this talk of having a foal has gotten me thinking."
"And?"
"Well, you know how we're going to have to either adopt or have a surrogate mother?"
"Yes."
"Well, I run into a similar problem here. Yes, changeling bodies can replicate most fluids that might come out of a regular pony."
"I'm keenly aware."
"That was one time! Anyway, yes, I could theoretically create a poor facsimile of breast milk, but it's not going to be very nutritious and it's not going to be very much and it would take a lot of energy out of me."
"Okay, so we buy bottled milk for our future son or daughter.
"But I mean, I want to experience the motherhood experience! Isn't nursing part of that?"
"Look, if a foal sucking on your teats is going to make you feel more like a mother, I say go for it. Um, that sentence sounded less weird in my head."
"Yeah. Do you think I'm silly though, obsessing over this?"
"No, I don't think you're obsessing. I think you want authenticity, and that's something noble, well, not noble. Um...
"Valid?"
"Sure, let's go with that. Something valid to strive for."
"So I can't breastfeed, but I can pretend to?"
"I guess? We'll just need to put baby bottles on the foal shower registry, and we should be good."
"Okay. I'm glad we had this conversation."