Jacob had been up in the room which was specifically reserved for his fellow writers, but he needed a refresher of his drink. He descended the stairs, several files in one hand and empty glass in the other.
He knew what the god of Higher Education looked like, though they hadn't really spoken before. Still, when he saw him, he recognised him and headed over, his drink forgotten. He was speaking to someone else, but that never stopped Jacob.
"Hello," he said cheerfully, interjecting himself into the conversation. "Jacob Grimm, this is my club."