Wrapped in sweaters and a slightly threadbare coat, Ava approached Lynn's apartment with a large bottle of scrumpy nestled into the crook of her arm. She couldn't recall if the fiddler liked beer, so she'd picked up hard cider instead; and if she didn't drink that either, well, she could regift it. Ava didn't care, it just felt rude to not bring something to a meeting at someone's home.
She was pleased they had been able to arrange a time so soon after the phone call; she wanted to get reading, though she did recall that there was another point to this conversation as well. Double checking the time on her phone to make sure she wasn't early, the Archivist made her way to the door and gave it a couple solid knocks.