[He hands their daughter to her, taking the moment now free of the baby to rub his eyes and get his legs back under the covers, before twisting to look over at the pair of them.]

It's not going to give her 'brain cancer'. It doesn't hurt me, it's fine for her. I got it, Pep. [By that he means he realised one day when she was coming home from the hospital in a couple of weeks that it might, and he did a bunch of tests and didn't sleep for a day or two until he was sure it was all totally safe and everything.] If anything, I mean, she's gonna be a genius who can organise the hell out of whatever you put in front of her.