Catching up with people who had been important to her and had become distant was becoming an old game for her. It used to be that she spilled everything, admitted all the hell she had been through they had never seen, tried to carve out a new place for them in her life that was supported by the truths they had not known. But then they left again. She had learned well enough. Wait long enough and they would be gone once more. She was no longer interesting in telling a long tale to someone who wouldn't be around for the resolution.
Not to say she wasn't hopeful, or happy to see them again. So many times, it was a confirmation they had not died, as that was often a very real possibility. She surely would have heard if James had, but the fear was that the James that was familiar to her may have died. Fortunately, he seemed staunchly unchanged. Grown, a little less loud, but still a smirking, joking arse - in the best ways of course.
His question, therefore, didn't fit the James Potter smirk nor his usual line of jokes. She wet her lips and went in for another drink. She'd need it.
"Not sure," she admitted. "We didn't talk much about it. Found him, got home, dealt with it each our own way." She buzzed her lips together, trying to keep it casual. "I think Avery's been doing better. She's taking care of his dragon. And... making new friends." Jack wasn't sure what Teddy was to Avery. Maybe James knew and would catch on and fill her in. "And Keiran is... absorbed. With Hogwarts, his kids. I don't know that he's given himself a chance to think much about him."
Kenna was glad to be apart of something that Keiran was absorbed in, straightening up with purpose as their conversation turned to the match. She cocked her head at his words and then the memory hit her. "Wait a second - I remember that match! I was training to be commentator! Holy shit, that was a trainwreck! I remember that!"