You feel naughty, you feel secretive, you feel free and liberated.
You escape the cramped bathroom, take your seats as if nothing has happened, comfortable in the knowledge that only you and your other half know.
Then the pilot announces it over the tannoy.
The pilot took to the tannoy and announced to the plane:
We’d like to send our best wishes of happy reproduction to the couple that ventured into the bathroom earlier on.
To which the carriage of passengers cheered and whooped.