With Morgen's invitation hanging in the air, Jourdan's gaze went to her wife's, seeking an affirmation of her instinct to join the man who might easily have been a father to her children.  She didn't fully expect a clear yes but she was mostly looking for indications of no.  For Jourdan, the timing of his appearance so close to their discussion of impregnation was more than just a coincidence, it seemed an omen.  She was especially superstitious but she did think that sometimes things happened for a reason.  It was too intriguing to pass up unless Freya showed a clear sign of discomfort.<br/><br/>"It's just us tonight."  she said, holding up their held hands which was probably not the most sensitive thing to do at that moment but it seemed like a sign of solidarity with her wife as she led them into potentially treacherous waters.  As if to try to ease some of the pressure she picked up one of his napkin sketches.  "Nice lines, you always did have an eye for a nice figure."  She said with a bit of a smirk on her face as she squeezed Freya's hand and slid onto a seat opposite Morgen, tugging her wife into the seat next to her.<br/><br/>"So are you in town for long?"  She asked, seriously curious about his sudden appearance and what it might mean for the potential for him as a stud in their family plans.  Learning that he was now a faculty member of his alma mater, a most prestigious posting marking him as the elite of the elite was cause for celebration.  With the ease of a regular, Jourdan summoned a waiter to get some drinks headed their way.  It might not have been the best idea but in some ways, Jourdan felt that some things could be over planned.  "So, should we celebrate like old times?"  She asked with building excitement which she hoped might prove contagious.  Whatever tensions were still simmering between the trio, a bit of alcohol might relieve it or bring it to a head, either way they would be one step closer to an answer.