The Bar at the End of the Universe

Well what have we here? Are they even familiar faces anymore? Isabel and Warren Meers. They're older than they were last they left the bar, but the alien princess at least has indeed aged well. In fact one can hardly tell she's now nearly seven years older than her prior visit. And in tow? Two rather adorable little kids. Both with their fathers thick dark hair, they appear young, the oldest only about four? That ones a girl, which the cute little dress probably proves. This is Isabel's daughter so of course she's rather designer clad. The little boy is the one she herself is holding, and he's indeed too young to walk. A hat covers her head, seeing as the two live in New York City and it's October. What a happy family. And where are the others they know? Perhaps the family could use some company?

Isabel comes into the bar, ordering food and taking a seat at a booth, as per usual. She looks down at her body, hand resting on her stomach. Still nothing. She'd know. She knew she'd know. And she wasn't knowing yet. Meaning there was nothing there. She sighs, not sure whether to be happy or dissappointed about this.

Red Alert! Red Alert!

There's a sighting of a worrying alien bride to be! Please stay inside your houses until this disaster passes.

Or come talk to her.