Yes, everything was... colourful. Almost as colourful inside as the flowers and other decorative ornaments had been outside. He was examining one of her teacups when she came to - and called him by the other Cleric's name, which was admittedly a little bit strange, but Errol must have had a lot more time to socialise and get to know the locals - and he gently set her teacup down before taking long strides towards the couch.
He took a seat on the armrest of an adjacent one-seater and studied the features of her face without much concern over the social acceptability of staring.
"John Preston. You know Errol Partridge, presumably, even though we look nothing alike."