Kurt could not help but notice the contrast between the two women. The ages were quite different, but Kurt again had to remind himself that his mother was a shape shifter. She looked young, only a little older than himself, but she was still his mother and had a good many years, she was just hiding them. He found that interesting and was rather curious as to why, but kept the question to himself for fear of sounding rude.
He was literally thrilled when Raven hugged him, his eyes squeezing closed with joy as he held her body to his own for a moment longer than she would likely be comfortable with. It really was a dream come true. He was so excited that he forgot about his tail, it flicking unseen under the illusions of the image inducer. Unseen, but not unfelt or without power. A waiter walked by behind him, and with an unconscious flick of the tail, Kurt struck his ankle and sent the man tumbling, tray full of drinks and all. Wanger turned quickly, eyes wide as a hand went to his mouth, for a moment he was sure his cover would be blown and the party over but...
"Jason!" The waiter shouted indignantly as he quickly inspected the space where he had tumbled. "We called a truce! We said no more pranks!" Steaming at the wrong he believed his coworker had done to him, the waiter rushed into the back to fume.
Covering his mouth to try and hide his guilty laugh, Kurt settled himself into his seat, simply drinking in the attention. This time he made it a point to coil his tail up and safely out of the way. He bashfully accepted the paper hat and gladly allowed Irene to hold and feel his oddly shape hand. "It is wonderful to meet you also." He paused, biting his lower lip a moment as he looked from one face to the next, then shook his head with a quiet look of aw. "Danke. Tausend Dank!" He spoke at last, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper rich in emotion. "You do not know how much this means."