“And that kids, is how I met your mother.”
“Oh hon. Are you telling again of how we met?” Luna asks as she walks into the living room, levitating with her a tray of snacks.
“What can I say. That story always get me. Ain’t that right kids?”
All fifteen of Kyle and Luna’s children nod their heads in agreement.
Luna smiling on as she gives her husband a kiss on the cheek.