At his question, Fred's smile faltered a little. She looked around, shifting the carrier from one hand to another. The tacos weren't looking as good at that moment, but she'd see herself through it.
"I guess he's okay. He went home a little while back. The City gave him the choice I think. Though he'd probably said he created the wormhole home. He took home. Then again, could you blame him? He said he'd come back, so we'll see. But, if he's happy, then that's good." She shook her head and waved away any sympathy the mayor might have given her.
"Don't worry. I have lots of work to do, so it's probably all for the best. I'm sorry for babbling about it." There weren't many she'd actually told. "I just wanted to say I'm glad you've found someone to be happy with."