Aspel/Ari/Drake - 4:45PM along the main street.
Drake made a face at the reminder before applying himself to his salad. They'd put a bit too much vinaigrette, but it was still delicious, and the berries were ripe, unlike the salad he'd gotten at one of the busier taverns a few days ago; the strawberries had been on the verge of spoiling. By the time he spoke, half of his food was gone. "It wasn't required," he told Ari, giving Aspel a look.
They just needed to be visible. Somehow, he hadn't anticipated visible being dinner and fireworks. He's just thought they'd walk around, grab something at one of the stands, and then he'd be free to go. That would show him to not ask for detailed plans in the future.