George Crabtree & Ariadne
George was yet another victim of not quite sure how he'd gotten roped into all of this. He wasn't looking to court anyone, not particularly. Back in Toronto, more than a hundred years ago, he was courting Emily. He supposed, though, that she was long dead now.
He hoped she'd married, had children, known her grandchildren, been more successful than she'd ever dreamed. He hoped she'd been happy. Thinking that she might've been made participating in this much easier.
After a few minutes of preparing himself, he was actually rather looking forward to it.
He offered a friendly smile, pausing with his hands on his chair, waiting for an invitation before sitting. "Charmed, Miss." It felt odd to call a woman he'd only just met by her given name, but Miss Ariadne would work well enough. "I'm George. Crabtree. And my day has been very nice, thank you. I hope yours has been as well?"