As much as he loathed doing things like leaving blind messages of just time and date in neat Supernal Script on a wall in the Guardian's wing, it'd had to do. He was waiting at that time and date, having slipped into the Circle and through the cloister yard where We used to train and practice. As far as he could tell? There hadn't been any of that in a while. They said that two was company and three a crowd, but that was just preying on perception like the ubiquitous "and ninety-nine cents".

Crowds were interesting.

A box of assorted donuts was set out, because nothing says 'official meeting' like a box of donuts. That's going all in. As far as he goes? It's the last hurrah before embracing Summer and giving up his beloved collection of car coats and jackets.