"They do say it killed the cat. I now know why. I think the last time I was up this early was because I hadn't yet gone to bed."
Marcus smirked at the face Patrick made, glad that he had a kindred spirit in the way of how one should drink coffee. Not filled with gobbledygook and crap.
He sat on a stool next to Patrick, eyebrow raised at what had kept the other wizard from the club recently. "Research? Glad to hear that you're taking this clinic venture that seriously," Marcus said with approval.
"Well you haven't worked it completely off if you'd still able to sit on it. So why is Dale being weird with you now?"