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"I thought not. I'm bloody well pissed off. If I did have a child, that certainly isn't her. MacPeres don't give birth to orges."

Kristen frowned, the stick of her lollipop lowering with her expression. The sudden influx of negativity in the room registered with her, and she switched the flavor of the last of her treat to something that would cheer her up. Now, how to help the others?

"She's alright...it's just a matter of moving on," Tyler answered, watching her come up the stairs with the box. He eagerly leaped on the change of subject. "We're doing well...she's been busy with the new office and all, but she was able to make the art show, at least. Great time, aggravating host aside."

"One box of awesome-sauce materia, and one Hunter-made scanner," Max announced with a beaming smile, placing them on the table next to the two geniuses.

Enra apologized.

"Sorry, my head's somewhere else today. My name is--"

Before he could answer, she leaned over, whispered something to the cat, and walked over to sit with the person who had come down the stairs with her. He sighed.

"Enra. Enra Dusman. The invisible man."

People skills of a walnut, that was him. He felt Remy assure him and pat him on the back. He smiled.

"Yeah I guess so. Us and several other depressed teenagers."

Enra leaned over to Moonbeam, moving in close.

"Hey, wha'd she say to you? Something catty or something?"

He didn't even get what he meant by that, but he asked anyway.

"Tell me about it..." he murmured, quietly steaming, lid rattling from tension. "Besides, I'm infertile, practically sterile from all of that drug abuse... and I came over here when I was 30."

Enra waved it off.

"The whole thing was literally decades ago, I'm pretty much over it. You know what they say, though."

He finished off his water.

"A knife can still cut twice if you keep pulling it out."

Moonbeam's reply made him chuckle.

"I don't think ladies talk like that. Now give me straight answer, furry beast!"

The cat mewed.

"Psh. I bet you get your way a lot, don't you?"

Enra placed the cat back into his arms once more, letting her lay upon his lap, while he stroked her from head to tail.

"Hmm. Good question. Don't know myself."

He looked down at Moonbeam, letting his fingertips run around her skull and lightly pinching stressed parts of her joints.

"I've kind of been wandering from place to place, I guess. Looking for stories to write up here."

Enra tapped the side of his head with a finger.

"That's what I do, by the way. Write stories, record tales, document histories. Have to fend off a fiend or two to do so, but it's fun."

"I wouldn't worry, sweetheart, it's probably a publicity stunt... those 'novels' she writes? Reports, most likely. It takes a lot to earn my trust usually... I was too lax."