Pippin & Jeremiah; March Residence.
"The pleasure is definitely mine," he smiled. "I didn't know if you would actually come and find me." His gaze flickered over her. Bright hair, pretty face, her outfit... well he'd known someone who might have worn something like that. It wasn't going to count against her too badly. He held out the empty glass of gin, tilting it towards her. "Do you want a drink?" He asked. "It doesn't have to be gin, you will have to come inside though. I promise I don't bite."