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Unsurprisingly, Sarah Jane is over by the fireplace today with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits. Her notepad's opened up on her lap, but instead of writing, she's staring out at the fire and chewing on the cap of her pen.

There's a small smile on her face that may even be described as dreamy by some. If asked, she may deny it, but there's a good chance she won't. Havana aside, this past weekend was rather lovely indeed.

[ooc: the mun may dissappear due to dizzy spells. but right now, she needs a distraction from things.]

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Things usually happen the way they should if you let them.

He looks up at her.

Incidentally, if you come by bartending this Friday, first drink's on me.

"Oh really?" Sarah beams down at him, a teasing look in her eye. "I didn't know that wolves were capable of bartending."

It does require thumbs he admits. Luckily, I usually have them.

"Well, I'll certainly try to stop by if I see you then. I have to say I'm interested to see what a wolf turned sorccerer looks like in human form."

You're welcome to see now. The only reason I was a wolf was because I'd just come in from a run.

Sarah eyes him curiously and nods. "It would help me to find you on Friday, come to think of it."

He nods and steps back a few paces before doing something that looks a little like melting except faster and upwards.

Which leaves her with a seven foot tall, well-built young man in his early twenties, blonde, dressed in a doublet and hose and sporting a rather goofy sort of farmboy grin.

"Bravo," she cheers, clapping. "A most excellent transformation I think. Not that I've seen many others to judge by, unless you count the Doctor's last regeneration."

"I've never met the Doctor," because he'd heard the capital letter. He settles into a nearby chair, letting his legs stretch out crossed at the ankles. "But I'm happy to entertain."

Sarah turns in the armchair to better face him. "Well, thank you. I'm happy to be entertained."

"I've been told I'm not allowed to sell tickets," he says with a small smile.

He nods to her before leaning out of his chair and offering his hand.

"Garion of Riva."

"Sarah Jane Smith," she replies, shaking his hand firmly. "As I already said."

"I remember," he says. "I just like to make it official when I'm on two legs."

She chuckles. "And have opposable thumbs?"

"That too," he admits. "I also serve a mean chocolate shake, but most people are aware of that."

"Is that so? I haven't had a chocolate shake in...oh, I can't remember the last time. Certainly last time I was on Earth, that is. And not James' London."

"Care for one?"

He nods to the bar.

"My treat."

"Of course," Sarah answers brightly. "You don't mind?"

He shakes his head dismissively.

"I should hope I can provide a chocolate shake," he says, "considering."

Then he heads to the bar, returning with two such drinks before placing one in front of Sarah Jane.

He sits and settles the other in his hands.

"This was the treat I was given to make me feel better when I first came here."

Sarah Jane accepts the drink with a thank you, taking a long sip and grinning at the taste.

"It's a very good shake indeed," she says before launching into inquisitive reporter mode: "Make you feel better?"

He's a king at home. He's had worse.

Also? Friends with Ray Stanz.

"I came in on my wedding night. Without my wife."

"Oh."

Beat.

She tries so very hard to keep a straight face, but in the end, immaturity wins out and Sarah starts to giggle. "Oh, how totally awful."

His smile is something of a grimace.

"Yes, well, she did join me the next day in this place, but we were bound for more than six months."

"An extended honeymoon then?" Sarah giggles more. "An absolutely terrible way to find this place, I'd say."

He chuckles along.

"Something like that," he admits. "Then again, I did end up having to do something rather insane for us to head back to our world... where we didn't get any honeymoon, actually..."