Leo nodded his head. "Yes, he's eight. A little hyper, but we can handle him perfectly. He's literally a cross between me and Lua. I bet you, you'd love him to bits." He grinned, pride filling him up as he spoke more of his son.

Turning his head towards Fran, he smiled. "No shame in being alone. We're all friends here. It's not like we're going to leave you all by yourself, wallowing in misery. Like they say, misery loves company!" He didn't even know if he phrased that properly. Leo then looked at Bucky as she spoke of having a date. He stared at her for a few moments and somehow, he felt a wave of pity crash into him. Poor thing. She was making up the fact she had a date. Didn't want to seem like she was all alone...

Speaking of which.

"Ehm. Bucky, still don't... That is, you still don't make pillow babies, do you?" He asked Bucky in all seriousness. He could never forget that year when she accused him of being the father of her pillow baby. Those OWLs really damaged her head. Poor thing.