His arms wide, Angelo caught Gabrielle in his embrace and returned her hug. He kept his smile up as he was asked about those who returned; though his laugh lines were a bit deeper, and his eyes had the beginnings of some crow's feet, he didn't look much different from when he was part of Cirque du Steam. "<span style="color: #b30000">Well, Izzy and Enzo are here, considering they're running the place. Agatha came out of nowhere about a week ago, I think, and Cid had sent a return letter that he would be showing up sometime soon. Serina also returned to us. Her and Izzy are a Hell of an item now.</span>"<br/><br/>He went to take a drag of his cigar, but when he held his hand to his lips, there were only fingers. He did a double take, only to see his cigar in Gabby's mouth, and although at first he looked a little irritated, he just laughed after a moment. It was hard to keep that one from getting something she wanted anyway. "<span style="color: #b30000">Keep the cigar, if you like,</span>" he said with a chuckle. "<span style="color: #b30000">I don't smoke much anyway, and I still have another box of them lying around my wagon somewhere.</span>" His now-free hand went to the pants pocket of his dark crimson, pinstriped zoot zuit as he began to walk towards the middle of the grounds. "<span style="color: #b30000">We don't want to keep Izzy waiting now, do we? I'm sure that she would love to see her favorite Frenchwoman again.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>