Gideon showered and dressed, picking ordinary jeans and a jumper, figuring that if he'd needed something fancier, she'd have said so.
She wasn't in the pub so he headed up to her room, rapping on the door, grinning when she opened it.
"A Prewett thing, more like. My mum would have hanged me for being late to anything." He stepped inside, looking around at the familiar room as he shrugged out of his jacket. Funny how it had become pretty comfortable in the short time he'd known her. He tossed his jacket across a chair and ran his hands through his hair.
"So. What's up? Not that I mind being Summoned. Especially if it includes a bowl of stew later..."