Marcelo did not know why his father had thing about saying shocking things while his son had things in his mouth. The mention of Helena and Marcelo nearly snorted his wine out his nose. He quickly used a small silence field around his head to block out the noise. He had already been coughing food, people didn't need to hear him snort wine.

He closed his eyes and put the back of his hand under his nose to make sure he wasn't leaking the good stuff out his nostrils. When he felt safe after a second, he blinked open his eyes and dropped his hand.

"Helena? What's she doing here in America?" He hoped desperately it was just for a short vacation. In California.