Alcohol had a way of making Orion speak more than usual. Words tumbled from his lips with less effort than it typically took. The warm fuzzy feeling also overlapped with the feeling of being surrounded by flame, something he had found by accident as a favourite pass time. "She was my mom." He shied away from such a conversation over moonshine. "And yeah, us Rom are terribly romantic sorts, we just paint the world with romance." He chuckled.
"That could count. From what I heard he is the more elusive of us. Are you two..." How could he put it easily? "A couple?" Being familia did not mean she had to be attached romantically. Orion let his curiosity follow the conversation.
"Baba Violette, I guess, was looking to check up on Nik?" He answered. "I don't get told much. I'm kind of the reason we split from the main family."