Queenie popped into the workshop and sure enough found her old frenemy, Cecil. "I heard you were finally back around, so figured it was time for our biannual check in." She chuckled, a bit sheepish the times when they spoke regularly were long past. "I heard someone from far away got dropped off at yer door?"
“Hmm? Oh, hey, Queenie!” He said pleasantly surprised. “Yeah, you keep on flying in and out aren’t you?” When thinking up a way to answer he question, his smile faded a bit as he lifted the fuzzle up to put on a workbench. “I guess you could say that...” Cecil began. He expects her to not be pleased about who or why he’s got a new housemate, and thus unfomfortably rubs the back of his neck and avoids looking right at her. “The, eh... Person from far away? She turns out to be a daughter of mine...”