Lavender laughed as Dean's hug lifted her off the ground, her toes barely skimming the ground now. As he set her back down, she took a small step back, straightening her clothes and fixing her hair. "It's been — oh, gosh..." Lavender paused for a second, trying to remember how long she'd been in the village. "Five months, I think? That's how long I've been here, anyway." Seeing Dean standing right in front of her still seemed too good to be true, and she impulsively reached out and gave him another brief squeeze around his waist.
Nodding at his journal, she asked, "Have you — talked to many other people in the time it took me to get here?" What she really wanted to know was if anyone's writing had startled him too badly. She suspected it probably had, given how many people from their futures and pasts were here. "Do you have any more questions?" She also assumed 'yes' would be the answer to this as well. "I mean, I'm not the best at explaining how and why this place works, but I'll try my hardest."
"Oh, and where are you living? Who are you rooming with? Where are you working?" She was going to offer to give him a tour of the village as well, but realized she was probably already overwhelming him with questions. She really should give him a moment to do a little more processing.