Ciri sits, but Dean takes a very important moment to flag down Inej first and gesture at their table — a wordless three drinks pleases that she's able to fluently translate by now considering how much time Dean spends drinking here. Once he's got her nod of understanding, he drags a chair out and settles in.

"She doesn't know about Siri with an S yet," he volunteers absently, digging around in his bag for his own journal. "Don't tell her. I'm trying to figure out a way to slow-burn that one in."