[ As far as clues go, at least that one is useful, since apparently knowing where they were wasn’t so much the surprise as why they were here. Which he’d had no idea on until Claude places his hand around a tankard and mentions a time he had this right here.

Which, normally, wouldn’t narrow things down very much. They’d spent countless nights down here when they lived in the rooms above. Sharing stories and jokes and the day’s misadventures over an ale and a plate of dinner. Hilda had been here for many of them and Petra and…

He pauses, head cocked slightly to the side as he interrupts that train of thought, thinking of something. His fingers tighten about the tankard as he starts counting back and then he has to fight to keep his smile hidden and not immediately giving him away. ]

Are you going to start complaining that I haven’t been flirting with you hard enough again? Honestly, Riegan, you’re so hard to please. And here I thought all that rubbing would have been more than adequate.

[ He’d been thinking about this a few days ago - not their first evening here in particular, but about how it had to be close to the day he’d first been dragged through the pool. How a year had come and gone already, feeling both far shorter and far longer at the same time. ]