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Who: Patrick and Hawa
What: A second meeting
Where: Outside, not far from the Valhalla Inn
When: Today, earlier.
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Warnings: Beware of owls (no warnings to mention yet)

Patrick was starting to settle into this place. He'd hunkered down at the inn while he looked about for something to generate income for him while he was stuck here. By parts he'd explored -- certainly not everywhere, but he was beginning to get the lay of the land. His morning jogs brought him down streets that were becoming familiar. Routine.

And that was a problem.

He had things waiting for him back home; he couldn't afford to just settle in here comfortably. But he consoled himself with the fact that he would at least learn for his trouble while he was here. With magic an out-in-the-open concept, it was an opportunity he may not get again.

So it was high time he tried to get in contact with Hawa again, and take him up on his offer. Beyond that, he'd rather enjoyed the fey's company that day and well, seeing him again sounded good in general. Not that he was admitting that. Oh no.

It was early afternoon when he found himself wandering outside, eager to get out of the room. It took him a bit to work the CiD so that he wouldn't be shouting out to the entire cohort.

A couple tries. Technology wasn't his strong suit. He was better at old things, books, pencil and paper, magic, toasters. When he got it though, he lifted it up closer to his mouth to speak. "So Hawa? Are you around? I think I owe you a drink, and I'd love to pick your brain. So--" Pausing, Patrick frowned. Was this thing echoing. No? Huh. "So I..." No, definitely an echo. He paused and looked around. Coming from nearby. And... up?

"So I was thinking maybe we could meet up." That was his voice, all right. From up in the tree.

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if Patrick noticed that he'd thrown Hawa off, he didn't say anything about it. Instead he set his hands at his hips and grinned. He laughed a bit at that teasing though. "Yeah, that's right. Forgot to list that one. Oops."

"Or maybe you left it out on purpose. Not hiding anything else from me, are you?" Hawa asked, teasing, an eyebrow raising at Patrick in something like expectation.

Patrick smirked, raising his eyebrows right back. "Oh? Get the sense I'm holding out on you, Hawa? Well, who's to say? Maybe I am." He likely wasn't. Not on purpose anyway.

"Guess I'll figure out what you're hiding from me eventually." Hawa grinned and reached over to ruffle at Patrick's hair playfully. "I'm not so bad at finding out things, you know."

Patrick ducked away from that hand half-heartedly (his hair was already a lost cause, after all) before fixing Hawa with an amused look. "Yeah, I get the feeling you're a sharp sort of guy. You'll figure it out."

Grinning, Hawa drew his hand back and straightened up, somewhat proudly. "'Course. No use keeping secrets from me, Patrick." This said with a twist of his lips into a joking smile, he then glanced about the kitchen, moved to start nudging things back to where they'd been before they cleared a space.

Patrick took his cue from Hawa and started nudging furniture and the like back where it belonged. He glanced up. "I'll keep that in mind, actually." With a bit of a smirk, he stood and stretched. "So I suppose I ought to stop monopolizing your time for now. Though, I'd really like to talk again, pick your brain some more."

Hawa watched him from the corner of his eye, thoughtful, before turning to face him proper. Hands tucked into pockets, a head tilting owlishly with a grin lingering. "Fine by me. There's plenty more I could tell you about magic," he said easily.

Patrick offered a sincere smile and nodded. "I really do appreciate it, Hawa. I find my way out of this place, and even what you've shown me already will be so helpful." Just having a rather frank conversation about magic was, well, a refreshing sort of thing for him.

Hawa looked at him, blinking slowly, then he chuckled with more softness, expression sobering. "If it can help you out, good. I'll keep showing you stuff, too, so when we do get out of here..."

That was entirely too nice. Patrick's smile widens just a bit at that. "If I were the hugging type, I'd totally hug you right now." He wasn't exactly not the hugging type. "But regardless, thank you."

That made Hawa blink. Then he cleared his throat, shaking his head and glancing off to the side. "No hugging is fine," he said gruffly, lifting one hand as though to ward off any incoming ones. "You're welcome, anyway."

Patrick couldn't help but laugh at that. "Heh. Don't worry. I won't ambush you or anything. Promise." He couldn't help but be amused at the idea of it though.

"You'd have to be really stealthy to ambush me, anyway." Grinning, Hawa glanced toward the doorway, then half-turned with a wave of his hand. "I guess I'll get going. See if I can't catch a bit of a nap."

Oh? Now that sounded like a challenge. But Patrick just grinned. "Heh. Good luck with that. Sorry for interrupting your sleep, but you know, thanks. Again."

"Don't worry about it." That quick dismissal given, Hawa waved his hand with a last glance backward. With a half-smile, half-grin, he was letting himself out. "See you later."