"My little pun'kin pie Blizard," Eva said to 'This is Will'. It was a Troy-ism which just meant 'it is what it is'. Or something. She wasn't ever really sure with Troy-isms. Troy itself was a verb, for gods' sakes. She hugged him, and in turn, her baby again. Ahem. "You guys seem to be getting along fine, still," she said, hopeful. They were never down for long, and never out at all. "That nursery is giant," she countered, finally, with a laugh. "But if you need some space, we can make you a little oasis," she'd get with Dom and Weenie asap and see what they could work out for a suite opposite the children's area. "Don't call it servants' quarters." Even if that was the proper term. "Take him, come back, have some drinks on my behalf." Eva kissed Will's forehead out of necessity then looked back to the children with her full attention. No star yet, she grinned.