Jaden looked at the coat, and she immediately saw the light in his eyes.

"Daaaaaaaamn." he said.

"That looks... RIGHT up my alley." he told her. "Looks like something I'd way to ALL my shows, and appearances, and... well, just wear." he told her further, looking it over.

"And a day and a half? Damn, some talented folks working here." he then commented.

"Hood looks good, too." he added.

"It'll be removeable, too." Desiree told him.

"...sold." was all Jaden replied with.

Jaden scratched his chin lightly, before nodding.

"I'll make a note to answer Winnipeg calls then." he told her.

"Don't need to miss it or anything." he reasoned.

"Still, this is a very exciting chapter in your life, to understate it." he then said to her. "Seriously, a LOT has changed in a very short amount of time for you." he reasoned.

"But I'm still here. I will always be a constant for you." he assured her.

The man behind the bar looked at her with curious eyes, and she could tell he was a new hire. He didn't recognise her, but he didn't look like he was ready to just shoo her away immediately.

"Mr. McCormick?" he asked, confirming 100% he was new. "I... yeah, he is." he told her. "Who's... who shall I say is calling?" he asked.

"Desiree." she responded.

"One moment." the man said, stepping away from the bar and disappearing into the back for a few seconds. He then came back and looked at her.

"He says he needs to finish something up, and it'll be about 15 to 20 minutes." he informed her. "He also stated that you are obviously free to wait, and can have whatever you want, on the house." he said further.

"So. What'll it be?" he asked with a smile.

The man just chuckled.

"That's a secret that only Miss Harper knows." he stated, again, showing he was VERY new.

"Anyway, feel free to take a seat anywhere. Want something to drink as well?" he asked.

"Some water would be lovely." Desiree responded.

With that, she took a seat, and 7 minutes later, she was served a glass of ice water, and a plate with the panini on it, and the complementary side of Caesar salad. She dug in, and by the time she had finished the salad, and had a bite or two left of her panini, she saw her father come into view. They locked eyes and he smiled, making his way over and sitting down across from her.

"Hello again." he greeted her kindly.

Marcus just smirked.

"Jazz really does know her stuff." he replied, returning the hug. They held the embrace for a moment or two, before letting go and sitting down. "Seriously, she gets the best stuff, and that special spice blend of hers is what pushes them over the top." he went on.

"And life's been good." he then said. "Business is booming, had no bothers or anything, Jazz and I are still going as strong as ever..." he continued, knowing Desiree would ask about his relationship with the woman at some point. Not because she was nosy, but because she genuinely cared. He was then silent for another moment, before sighing quietly.

"...she's convinced me to seek therapy." he revealed. "I finally see that I have harboured a guilt complex for... far too long." he admitted. "That being said, I know I need professional help with it, so I'm looking for a therapist." he told her further.

"And yes, this WAS a very recent development. Month or so ago?" he went on. "Point is, it's hard to find a good therapist." he lamented. "And seeing the one at the Unit seems... well, I don't want to take him away from the people that he is MEANT to see." he added, referring to Evan. Sebastien was one there too, yes, but he specialised in... demonic aspects and such, and their own strain on the mind.

"Oh?" Marcus asked, leaning back in his chair a little.

"A faerie, huh? Is that so?" he asked further. "Well, I've met a number of fae in my lifetime... some good... some bad... a lot of them tricksters." he told her. "That being said, the ones that have been genuinely positive in my life have definitely left their mark." he went on. "Point is, doesn't matter to me WHAT they are." he concluded.

"That being said, if she is willing to help a Mana Hunter like myself, then I shall try." he continued. "I mean, progressiveness is great and all, but I DO know some find it VERY hard to move on from the old ways. Especially when the old ways were as... savage... as they were." he admitted. "So I wouldn't blame her if she had reservations." he went on, but then paused.

"Though she would have to be okay with it. I'm guessing you're on good terms with her, else you wouldn't have brought it up." he assumed. "So forgive the rambling." he chuckled.

"Tell me, how does being a faerie come into play with her effectiveness?" he then inquired.

Marcus thought about it for a moment, before nodding.

"Know what? Sure." he answered her. "I'll give it a shot." he said. "Sounds like she could really help and.. uh... well, 'get into my head', literally." he said further with a chuckle.

"Thanks." he said further.

"Anyway. What's up?" he asked.

"Did you just stop by to chat? Or is there something in specific you wish to speak with me about?" he asked further.

"Either one works for me."

"Ah, yes." Marcus responded.

"As a surviving family member, I was informed of Deryck's passing." he said. "And yes, I do know that he had Mariana's, and that he and I had made it so you would inherit it upon his passing." he went on.

"But the gears finally turned enough to pass it to you, did they." he then said.

"Good." he said further.

"It's about time you had some good fortune in your life. A massive influx of it, anyway." he went on.

"I do hope you use it responsibly."

Marcus sighed in response.

"Well, I know you'll be able to handle it." he said. "It's why Deryck and I made sure it would go to you." he told her. "Just keep it up, and keep your friends close." he went on.

"And... weird at home? Looking to move?" he then asked.

"Hmmmm." he mumbled, thinking about it.

"Scotland's a beautiful place." he suggested. "Then again, I've been to Italy, and it is lovely there as well..." he went on.

"Why are you looking to move, anyway?"

"I believe I know of some places in Italy, actually." Marcus told her. "I'll do some research and make some calls and-" he started to say further, before he just paused for a moment, but his expression didn't change.

He was then silent, before clearing his throat a little.

"Ah." he muttered. "Pardon?" he asked.

"I'm afraid I'm getting on in my years, and JAZZ is the one with the Hunter's hearing trait." he commented. "That last part, correct me if I'm wrong, but.... pregnant?" he asked. "Did you say... 'pregnant'?" he asked further.

"You're... carrying a child?" he then asked in another way.

"Did I hear that correctly?"