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"Stay right there, darling," Cressida gently admonished Quixana. In his eagerness to be useful and desire to show off his new walking skills, he had gotten his fingers tangled in one of the suitcases and she had to gently pry him out before sending him to sit on the carpet. Courage padded over and sat, princess-like, beside him. She cocked her head to one side and made a questioning noise. Cressida laughed. "Yes. That means you, too, gorgeous."

Quixana absently picked at the hem of his robe while watching Cressida wrestle the multiple suitcases into the room. He knew that one of them was his... The other two and a half were his mother's. He didn't know why she needed so many but figured it was so she could stay as pretty as she always was. Sighing, he flopped down on the carpet, falling onto his stomach and inspecting the light green fibers. "Mama?" he asked.

"Just a moment, darling." With a heave, Cressida finished hauling the last suitcase into the bedroom. Then she frowned. "Wait. Where's your daddy?"

Quixana shrugged. "Daddy?" He rolled onto his back and tilted his head back to look at his mother, a faint pout on his mouth. "No here."

"I've noticed. There must be some mistake. Surely..." Cressida bent to tug Quixana upright and took his hand. "Let's go look." She lead him into the main room, looking around. "Hello?" she called.

"Oh!" The brunette startled visibly, face blanking for an instant. Then a smile appeared, bright as sunshine and she moved forward, little boy in tow. "Hello. My name is Cressida and this is Quixana and Courage." She crouched, lady-like, and gathered the child in her arms before presenting him.

Quixana cheerfully waved and beamed; his smile was a neat echo of his mother's. "'Loooo," he giggled.

"Um..." Cressida's eyebrows came together for a moment, violet eyes worried. Whatever bothered her, however, was clearly dismissed for a moment, rated secondary to the inspection of a new child. The expression passed as the woman stepped closer and made a soft, happy noise under her breath. "Oh, she's lovely." A quick glance at the cat at Faiga's feet confirmed it. "And her daemon. They're both -precious-. Quixana say hello."

Reaching out, Quixana barely touched his fingertips to Lysium's wrist. Then he pulled back and beamed. "'Loooo," he repeated. "Baby."

"It looks like." Cressida stepped closer and Quixana retracted his hand only to smile benevolently at Lysium. She was now in reaching distance with Courage sitting politely at her feet. There seemed to be something bothering the woman again, though. Her full mouth pursed. "Please don't take this the wrong way," she began, "but I have to admit I'm a bit thrown by all this. I hadn't expected you at all!"

Courage glanced up at Quixana as if seeking confirmation. When the boy nodded, the lioness gave a feline smile and ducked her head in a polite bow. Then she lowered her front end to rest her chin on her paws, inviting Shiver to play. Meanwhile, her Forgotten gently patted his mother on the shoulder before pointing downwards. "Please?" he lisped.

"Of course, darling." Another crouch lowered the boy to the floor and he promptly teetered over to stand at Faiga's feet. A look of intense concentration appeared on his face, brown eyes nearly crossed. Then, painstakingly, he offered Lysium a wobbly bow.

Immediately, Cressida was distracted from her next thought and she clapped, laughing. "Clever little thing," she announced. "Aren't you just the best sort of gentleman, Quixana?"

Cressida laughed. "Just like banana, sweetheart," she answered, addressing Lysium as if she were capable of both understanding and answering.

Xana looked up at his mother and held out his hand. "Nana?" he queried, brown eyes expectant.

"Um, no. Mommy doesn't have any bananas at the moment. We'll get you some."

Courage landed heavily on her side, interrupting conversation, as she allowed Shiver to push her around a bit. She was clearly aware of the weight and strength difference and determined not to let the smaller daemon get hurt. She rumbled a purr and stretched out a paw in a lazy attempt at a swat. Quixana laughed and applauded both demons.

"By the way..." Cressida paused, chin ducking almost as if guilty. "I do want to apologize about my surprise. See, I -was- expecting to share the room. Just not with a strange man." She held out her left hand; a sparkling ring sat on her finger, silver and gold woven delicately around an amethyst. "I'm engaged."

Quixana looked up and beamed. "Daddy," he clarified for Faiga.

Cressida's violet eyes lit with relief and her smile had enough power behind it to run Times Square for a month. "Really? You wouldn't mind? It's not that I don't like you. That is, you seem really nice and your daughter is precious beyond words and normally I wouldn't mind rooming with you at all... Except Leon's on this trip and he might not approve."

Her attempt at explanation was ignored by her son as Quixana waved again to Lysium before padding over to where the two cats played. "C'rage," he muttered. Then he tilted his head at the black cat. "Pretty kitty," he added. He didn't offer to touch the other daemon but the look on his face was clear respect and interest. Flopping down, he landed on Courage's exposed stomach. The little lioness huffed, breath going out at the sudden weight, and then rolled beneath him until she could deliver a rough lick with her tongue to his dusty brown hair. He patted her nose and looked up at Lysium again. "C'rage," he explained. "Mine."

"J-Jello?" Quixana's nose wrinkled up as he thought about her words. Then he pointed at Shiver. "Black Jello? Eat 'im?" That made no sense. Jello was for eating but Shiver wasn't Jello!

It appeared that Cressida was only barely restraining herself from hugging Faiga in gratitude. The way she nearly danced from side to side showed the strain. "Oh, thank you so much," she sighed. "You're wonderful. You'll have to meet Leon and Annie. Annie needs more little girls to play with and your Lysium is quite the little lady there."

"... I have no clue." Cressida's smile hardly dimmed, though. "We'll find each other sooner or later. We always do."

"Oh!" Quixana nodded wisely. Now he understood. "Yellow," he repeated. "Pretty." Then he twisted to point at Courage's fur. "Yellow."