Dazmond treasured every moment of Landis' apparent amusement with her wording.  She really needed the levity.  She tilted her head as he gave her an open choice as to when details of his new life and goals would be shared.

"Ehh," she said.  "Maybe it oughtta be the next time we meet.  I didn't think the mugwort would of banjaxed me the way it did, but--"  But, Dazmond was not in her proper mellow place, where taking in information that she cared to digest was a real possibility.  With all the goings-on of the week, and the unsure fate of her missing husband, she was hanging upside down from the monkey bars, so to speak.  In a way she realized already how it'd been for him, with her being gone all Summer and everything.  With no word.  It was enough to make a person feel guilty.  Which, she would have, had she remembered where it was she'd been, exactly.  In any case she was glad that they had time to have that talk, even though it was right before he himself was swallowed under by some angry self-righteous mob.

"I should probably head back to Dominik's," she told him, a sort of sorry touch playing as a backdrop to her speech.  "We're supposed to tackle Nate's flat morning next.  Auror's made a real mess out of it.  Lots of repairs...."  Daz fizzled out there, her voice having been marred by distaste, and presently she stared blankly at the floor before shrugging something off.  "That and I have to run errands, pay rent for the Shodding Arms, convince the landlord to chill out....  Him and the rest of the Alley."  Daz's brows rose a smidgen and she offered a half smile, seeming tired.

"But, no, Maggie's gotta wait.  She's got something coming, but I'm not about to act so rashly."  Not as rashly as she'd acted playing hero to Cinaed's wounded puppy.  There'd be Aurors swarming around the girl for at least a few months.  The best Daz could get in before she knew the coast was clear would be snide comments and poisonous glares... should she happen to cross paths naturally.  Seeking Groust out now would be suicidal, one could guess.  But it was true, Dazmond had more important things to do anyway. 

"We're meeting here, right?  What's a good time for you?"

Landis acquiesced with an inclination of his head and no real disappointment. That they'd been able to talk tonight at all was an unexpected pleasure; he could wait to talk to her again next week. Besides, it was for the best. She'd enjoy their conversation more if she could remember it afterwards. Well, probably.

"Would you like to side-along home?" he inquired. His concern was mild but genuine - intoxication was one of the most common causes of splicing for witches and wizards, and it'd only take a minute for him to escort her to her brother's. He could read the tiredness in her features almost as clearly when she smiled as he could the mugwort's effects. It made Landis frown a little, his concern deepening. "If you need any help cleaning the flat..."

He played it off with a shrug.  "Same time? It's quieter in the evening, after the library closes - the later, the better."

Dazmond nodded in consensus and smiled across the table at Landis.

"Shouldn't be much trouble," she said about the cleaning, drawing her hood out to cover her face and tucking her hair in.  "I'm planning on making Dominik do most of the work anyway...."  She grinned sleepily, ready for the refuge of dreams.  "And though I'd love to boast about my splinch-free finesse -- I say I'd fancy a side-along.  Don't want to add any missing limbs to the list of personal affronts.  C'mon.  I'm going to my brother's."

She stood up, stretched, and slid her chair in, completely oblivious to the owl she'd receive in the morning from one of the Ministry's most wanted fugitives... that would prove to be her saving grace for a pretty cost. 

Dazmond hooked an arm round her old friend Landis and bid the night adieu.