[ again, baby steps. it's a good thing he's making progress; johanna's faced down literal demons, but the dream lord's penetrating stare is a little unnerving all on its own.

the waitress brings her coffee almost on instinct and she nods thoughtfully as it's set down, piling in cream and sugar until it's milky-sweet. ]

I've come here a few times before; it's one of the only places open, this time of night. But this is still a coincidence — I didn't expect to see you, here.

[ tilts her head to regard him with that faint smirk. ] What brings you? You could have always sent your raven, if you felt the need to observe.