Banagher leans forward on the bench, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Believe it or not, he gets really awful cabin fever. I actually feel bad leaving him at home, sometimes. But he came from a pulse, so I figured it's not so bad, letting him come along."

So he gets to field the less obvious numbers club meetings, here and there. Or you know, chase all the birds trying to get a drink in edgewise away from the fountain while stating the obvious a lot. Which he continues to do once he's announced Aria's arrival. Banagher swipes the folded road atlas up from where it sits next to him without much more ado, turning to offer it out with a smile.

"But I'm glad you could come! Looks like we weren't the only ones with this idea after all."