Always punctual, Nathaniel Zale arrived at the agreed meeting spot, Xavier's greenhouse atrium, thirty minutes before the agreed meeting time. Brayden and Mateo were safely tucked away, with whom Nate was quickly considering to be the most patient Canadian he'd ever met and Nathaniel was dressed in his most appropriate haven't been to bed yet gear.
After he'd entered the atrium, Nathaniel distractedly tapped away on his phone with his brows extremely furrowed. Which was probably why the infamously unflappable Zale was kept off guard by a sound in the darkest corner of the space.
"Well, at least you're early," Forge spoke from his hunting/waiting, spot and then took a long sip of coffee from his oversized travel mug. "You beat all my kids here," he continued rather than admit his insolated container had allowed the coffee to stay too hot and he'd just burned his throat. "Let me guess, ex-wife?" An educated guess, as Forge had already looked into Nathaniel's history and knew that he'd been married to Brayden's mother. When Nathaniel didn't answer right away, Forge motioned to his own face. "The tension up here was a dead giveaway."
Nathaniel recovered from his surprise quickly, though it was the second unexpected Forge did that actually impressed him. "Yes, she's flying in from London, and I'm just hoping she doesn't pay to use her phone on the plane," Nathaniel shared, though he regretted it immediately. "She's a good person," Nathaniel said, "but she isn't a mutant and so far isn't handling the news with the most decorum." Nathaniel pocketed his phone and hoped that he'd dealt with the matter enough for the time being. Anyway, segue. "Eva didn't say much about what we were doing - anything I should know before we leave?"
"Nope," Forge answered and then took another sip of his much too-hot coffee.
"Right," Nathaniel hadn't really expected much to come of that. The Silverclouds were the type of people to blindfold a person and then ask why they were so nervous. Thankfully, Nathaniel was sure he heard footsteps from the hallway, hopefully, Jon had instilled this level of paranoid promptness in all of his children.