"Ryan," said Andra, gesturing toward the vampire, "this is my good friend Marcel. He's been helping me since I got to New Orleans. And he has gone out of his way to assist me, particularly in driving me all over the place."
Ryan shook his hand cordially. "Yeah, I know you. We actually had a drink together in 1919, when you summoned Mikael to New Orleans. I was trying to talk to him, to see if I could make him remember Andra so he'd help me. Didn't really work out at the time." His lips tilted upward, grin a bit more crooked, "But I guess it all does in the end. Thank you for bringing my sister to me."
Marcel nodded. "Of course. I don't think I'll ever get used to the fact that memories are just completely wiped away with the whole pit situation. Was it a good conversation, at least?"
"From what I remember, you were a funny guy. Passionate about your city. Reminded me a lot of Malia. No wonder you two get along."
"He's rebuilt the city," said Andra proudly. "And I'm sure that in time, he'll be king a—"
"I am," said Marcel. "I found out yesterday when you were with Davina. Klaus gave me the reins back. After what happened to his daughter, he doesn't want it anymore."
Andra smiled sadly. "I know you will do good with it, Marcel."
"I plan to. The community of vampires needs to be rebuilt. I think... if he's willing... I want him to help me. I think it could be a good distraction for him."
"Okay," said Ryan, holding up his hands, "what do you mean daughter? Vampires can't have kids."
Andra cracked a smile. "Oh boy. You have a lot to learn. Probably less than I did but still... a lot. Come on. Let's talk about it on the drive home."
The drive to New Orleans was peaceful. Landon slept almost the entire time, occasionally waking and wishing to drink some milk out of small bottles Andra prepared on their first pit stop. He really wasn't fussy at all. She wondered if this was just a calm baby or if these were golem side effects. After all, if he was anything like her and Ryan, he technically didn't need to eat or cry or feel any of the discomfort he might be going through; he was just meant to think he did to resemble a human. Then again, he might have real organs, considering Seylah was completely human.
"We're here!" said Andra, unlocking the door to her apartment and leading all Ryan and Marcel in. "Aw, look at this." She observed a small bouquet. "Davina. That sweet girl."
"Davina is the mentee and kind of daughter?" asked Ryan for clarification from Marcel. 
"Yes!" chirped Andra when Marcel only nodded and picked up the bouquet. "You've got it. Don't worry, there's plenty more time to explain things. You can drive, right?"
"Yeah... up to whatever model existed in 1933."
"Well you can help me learn then. I'll need to be able to drive now; I won't subject poor Landon to a walk to the Jardin Gris every day. Oh, you'll love it there!"
Marcel set a piece of paper down. "Before I go, just write down everything you need and I'll bring it to you. Are you three all going to be living here?"
"For now," said Ryan. "Until I inevitably get tired of Andra's snores."
"I don't snore! I literally can't."
"Doesn't mean you don't." He began to make a list of supplies, most of which were going to be necessary for Landon. "I'll get some stuff for myself on my own. Malia has money, don't you Mali?"
Andra glared daggers at him. "I hate it when you call me 'Mali' because it sounds like Malivore. How much harder is it for you to add that last letter?"