[ in truth, she is grateful for his temporary pass on timeline discussion. she had that conversation with kurt and morph already, and honestly, her mind is still trying to process how kurt is younger than them, yet his world has better technology, and apparently scott is around too, but he's from the eighties. it's too much to wrap her head around for a day, and that's not counting for all the events that happened back home. ]

'Course, Sugah. I can go for some firewater right about now. And...

[ she pauses for a moment, chewing her lower lip as if what she is about to say is some sort... betrayal of some kind. ]

And I'll stay with ya. You can... stay in my room. The bed's big enough for the two of us.

[ whether this is right or wrong, magnus, being in this current state, needs to be under supervision. especially with his powers still being intact. and who better to keep an eye on him than someone he feels comfortable with and trusted? she'll be able to keep his mind at ease if nothing else. with another promising smile and a light touch of his forearm, she guides them inside the inn.

inside, it's half empty with faint music playing in the air. there are people at the bar or at tables with drinks or meals and conversing so softly that it's hard to pick up without straining an ear. she makes it to the bar table and takes a seat on the stool — slipping back on her glove before she forgets. whenever erik decides to sit, the barkeep comes their way and skates them a flimsy sheet with a list of finger food and drinks. ]