The Fool glances up from his ponderous arranging of the figurines to smile at his friend--and the expression warms at the sight of the little feline perched on his shoulder. "Oh, isn't she a treasure," he exclaims and crosses over to Trahearne, peering Duibhe with interest.

And, as for the rest, his smile grows a touch wistful. "I have not yet been able to return," he admits. "And without Klaus to reclaim the cafe..." His future in that building seems uncertain.