The past few months had been horribly long. Being cooped up inside a small cottage with one's brother was not the best of times, more so when both brothers were ill with a mild case of Dragon Pox. Both of them had just received the all clear and since Duncan was more proficient at healing/cleansing spells Angus left him to it, going to restock any supplies they were low on.

Now that all the shopping was done and the supplies had been sent home... Angus was still feeling a little restless at the idea of returning. Aside from shopping, which was more than amply covered, there was only one thing left to do really. Grab a drink or two.

Rover's Fancy wasn't a pub he had visited before so while that had some affect on his choice really it just happened to be in the area where he was anyway. All the reviews he'd seen had spoken highly of the place. Maybe he'd get a bite to eat as well. His appetite was returning and if he had to eat one more of Duncan's meals - not that he was a bad cook - he'd probably do something rash.

Walking into the facility Angus glanced around the place. The decorations and design weren't low-par at the very least and for a Friday it wasn't very busy yet. Someone was ushering him to a chair almost immediately. Obligingly he followed them and accepted the menu with thanks.

Most of the staff was well accustomed, versed in the regulars of the establishment, but unfortunately for Ríona[1], the new witch hired a month ago, was still clearly learning the ropes of the place. She had a friendly enough face, a smile to warm up the grumpiest of faces, the witch could pour herself and others a clean drink, but where Ri was the best, the witch was a fighter. Rufus had seen that personally before hiring her. A mean scissor cut proved that – unfortunately for the one annoying her, but had made Rufus think twice on double crossing her. The witch approached Angus, that breadwinner smile all over. “Dia duit! Evenin’! Is this y’first time to Rover’s? Looks like it,” she chatted warmly enough. “We’ve Guinness on tap, a few lagers, ales. A good cider Stateside along with the firewhiskeys, butterbeers. The whole kit an’ caboodle. Our menu’s pretty good too. I like the bangers and mash, but if you’re daring, the curry and lamb shepherd’s pie or the fish and chips paired with sambal yoghurt is amazing. ANNNNND now, I’ll shut it,” she responded, knowing her boss was watching from nearby.

And indeed, Rufus Delacroix, was.

He was proud, no doubt, but he was curious likewise about the new patron. Always fight for the new customers – try not to lose them to others. After all, Rover’s prided itself to making sure the customer had a full belly from pint and meal. Ri’s smiled never faltered, hoping that she hadn’t overwhelmed Angus. Godric help her, Rover’s if so.

1.	fc: elizabeth olsen; Ríona Connolly; npc.

Angus watched the somewhat eager witch with some amusement. She seemed a friendly enough sort and she probably could manage herself in a party just fine. Rhiona, he caught her name from her tag, chatted on about their menu and what she thought was good though stopped in such a way that stated the boss was watching.

With a chuckle he grinned at her, "Aye lass, you're quite right. Ah don't get out as often as Ah'd like and the reviews spoke highly of the place. Of course, Ah'm not picky when it comes to food." Normally so long as the food wasn't over or under cooked to the point of being inedible Angus could eat it and wouldn't mind the taste at the very least.

Sitting back, still smiling, he made up his mind. "Ah'll go with that cider as well as the bangers and mash since ye like 'em so well. If there's anything else about the order that needs clarifying just surprise me."