For once, he's just here for a drink.

[mago_sonriente]

Of course, he could have stayed in his own world for one of those (and he was sure his Tia Martina made the best margaritas in the known or unknown multiverse), but he really hadn't been in often enough and he was hoping to see some people. Some Agnes-shaped people. Or heck, Harry. Anyone. He'd been far too busy lately and he needed to talk. He was here as much for the company as for the drinks.

He wasn't drinking a margarita (when you've had the best, why have the rest?); instead, he sipped gingerly at a michaelada and started working on some nachos at the bar.

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[mago_sonriente]

"No, not jealous. Just aware of the treasure he holds," he says with a quick grin before kissing her cheek and patting the stool next to him.

"You've been missed, mi vida."

[agnes_nitt]

She sits happily, swiveling around to face him.

"So have you. There has got to be a better way for us to do this other than just happening to run into each other here."

[mago_sonriente]

"We're going to have to figure out some kind of schedule," he admits. "More paperwork."

But he was only teasing. Well, mostly.

[agnes_nitt]

"So long as this place doesn't decide to twist time on us again," she reminds him.

[mago_sonriente]

"I could do without that as well. How have you been, hmm?"

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes shrugs. "Same as usual. Overworked. Under-appreciated. Lonely."

[mago_sonriente]

"Plenty appreciated," he points out to her as he pulls one of her hands into his own. "And you won't be lonely for a while, hmm?"

[agnes_nitt]

She smiles and squeezes his hand. "A while is good enough for me."