He laughed a little at her remark. Time wasn't kind to everyone and with all the antics he'd been up to he was lucky he didn't look like a shrivelled walnut.
"I would love to. Please, after you," he replied, following Oliva to her table, and ordered a beer. Bottled, please, and nothing fancy. Just plain beer. Archie wasn't one of those nitpicky and hard to please customers. He'd just learnt that being specific when ordering at the Hierophant was of the utmost importance.
What was her secret?
"I always assumed you'd left the country," the alchemist admitted. "You just seemed to have disappeared."