Emily blows air loudly through her mouth. "Jeez. Sounds like he was a tough guy to please." She takes a long swig from the can. "I don't see them as parents. More like patrons. Idols. Icons to live up to." She drains the rest of the bottle. "Believe me, you don't want that. We had one. Val. Iminir psychologist. She was..... well, she was nice, but she had no concept of personal space or of when jabbing the darker corners of one's past was against her best interest. Soo... you've joined a Lodge?"
"Yeah, well, it's not as if I can turn it off. I hope that everyone by out age has a decent understanding of basic biology. Then I'm the one that Bleeds Well!" Emily starts giggling incoherently. She groans, and then burps loudly. "Oh, no... I was better off not knowing that!" The Crescent sighs. "How are you finding things here, with it being so different?"