Last time? When had the last Khamja meeting been? Before they'd arrived, he could guess. According to what he'd heard from Kuja, the Clan came together less than frequently. This was partly because coordinating them all was a difficult feat and partly because given the nature of many of their members, putting them together was something of a risk.

So how old was the girl? If he wasn't certain that she was no mere underling before, he was now.

"Marluxia," he said, accenting his name in his odd way. "I expect he is in his greenhouse."

He indicated the back door of the kitchen with a tilt of the head and grasped the mug Nel slid to him with a nod of thanks.