Maybe he didn't quite notice a difference before, but he got a better look at Trish now and she did look a little bit older. He raised his eyebrow. "How old are you now?" George asked, chuckling at the elbow nudge.
"Sort of. Someone else used to be in charge, but we -- the residents of the old village -- took care of that. While we were storming the castle, so to speak, I 'borrowed' what notes and papers I found there. Fred and I made this place afterwards." That was the short version, anyhow, but it definitely took a lot of time and dedication. He smiled at Trish. "Well. Running a wonky time village wasn't exactly something I ever planned for, but now I'm doing it, I don't plan on ever giving it up."
Not when he could have his cake and eat it too, damnit. "You're going the wrong way," teased George, tugging her back in the other direction. "There's a coffee shop and restaurant back this way. Let's get something to eat. On me."