Re: Quin and Gen
Fee definitely adored his Auntie Vieve. Even if he hadn't seen her much lately, he was ever the flirt and the cuddler. He was especially fond of blondes like his mummy, but he didn't confuse her with others. He knew who was who so far in his life, pretty well.
Her gaze sharpened a bit with concern and interest when she heard the emotions leaking into her friend's voice, automatically paying more attention to her rather than letting her gaze roam around as they spoke. "What's going on, Vieve?" she asked in French that still came easily enough to her. She didn't even have much of an accent, given she had learned it and English from the crib, something her French-ancestry-proud family had done purposefully with all of their children.