George had almost not come. As the days wore on from his earlier conversation with Ms. Moon, he'd found himself thinking that this was a stupid idea. That conversation had dragged up all sorts of feelings that George had worked so hard to squash down, so agreeing to this had come easily at the time. In the end, it was encouragement from his brothers and the promise of alcohol afterwards that had helped him to keep to the appointment.
He certainly had questions for the Seer, things that had been burning in his mind ever since that first sleepless nigt without Fred. He hoped very much that she could answer them.
In his pocket as he entered the pub were the silk scarf Lia had requested, as well as a small glass vial. If this last object wasn't good enough to bring forth Fred's mojo or whatever, George wasn't sure what would.
As he entered and looked around, he realized he only had a vague idea of wha Lia looked like, but was saved from looking like an idiot when she waved.