Emma gave Amarie a look, "Hun, he don't need his parents around, trust me. He's old enough to do for himself. Rather well by the looks of him, and I doubt if he'd lack for any assistance either." Emma chuckled, "Wait until you see him, and the kitten? She's adorable, just a little ball of ginger and white fluff, seriously, and he called her Lola, which I think is just so cute."
Emma sipped again at her wine, looking round the room with an interested face, "I don't see anything like him here, maybe they only grow them like that at home?"