Rob didn't know what to make of the situation. He'd found Mary; only she wasn't his Mary. She was a completely different Mary, and this was a little troublesome. He knew he'd done the spell right, but he supposed it was possible that the spell wasn't at fault. Instead, it was some outside force Rob and many others would not have thought to consider. Yes, troublesome was a very good word for this situation.
He didn't lumber, nor was prim and stiff. He had a rather up right gate that suggested many things, though mainly he could handle himself in various physical situations and he didn't like slouching. He wasn't as tall as his father, but then he was still young. He might grow an inch or so more; his father had.
Rob needed a haircut, but at the moment, that really wasn't important. Instead, he walked into the coffee shop, or had planned on it. He sidestepped, blinking not at the man but at what the man carried. Had that actually said..
"Caldbury." He actually sounded relieved. If that had said what he thought, he might have needed to turn right back around and hide in bed, under the covers. He wouldn't, but he'd feel the need to do just that. Although, finding a library might have cured some of that.
"Pardon me." He nodded at the ...cowboy and just slid into line. He didn't want coffee, but he could drink it. He'd prefer tea.