The Bear and Barnacle

Q, who has been keeping himself occupied with Severus' back issues of Brewers Monthly, now pokes his head round the door. He'd made himself temporarily deaf, as opposed to casting a silencing charm on Severus' lab with who knows what consequences, so he listens intently. Not hearing anything untoward (which isn't necessarily a good thing), he ventures out into the hall. "Severus?" he calls. He wanders into the living room. No one there. A peek in the kitchen. Also empty. The wards keep him from the bedrooms and he wouldn't go there anyway, so he heads out to the garden. He sighs with relief when he sees Severus sitting there. "Is it safe to come out?" he asks, sticking his hands in his pockets.

She's been wandering this new town her whole day off. It felt good to get out of Ankh-Morpork. The city was the center of her world, but it did get tiresome after a while. It wasn't that she didn't love the children with all her heart, it was just, well... noisy. She has no place to be alone with her thoughts, and with the exception of Quoth, who really only wanted to talk about eyeballs, and Death of Rats, who really just wanted to talk about...well...the obvious, she wasn't exactly rich with friends and good conversation.
Aside from the ghost, of course, but he was so far away from counting she didn't even want to consider it.
Pushing her cloak's hood back from her face, she steps into the warmth of the first pub she's found, hoping it will be nicer than the ones at home.
Not that they aern't adequite. She just needs something...different.