[ Llewellyn would at least have waited the extra twenty minutes without going too far. Much longer, though, and he probably would have gone looking. He glanced up as he heard her approaching from the table he’d secured, offering a small smile in greeting. His hat was already set on the side of the table, and he was snacking on fries with ketchup while he waited. He at least hadn’t gotten a drink yet, but the man was always snackish. ]

Good evening, Ivy. It’s good to see you. [ Because he had a very strong feeling she wasn’t keen on having a conversation about whatever it was she was being vague about. ] Have a seat and we’ll mm… get a drink and have that talk.

[ He raised a hand to gesture to the tavern keeper that they’d be ready in a moment. ]

I hope the uh- rest of your afternoon went well?