Pippin & Jeremiah; March Residence.
He opened the large French doors, and held it open for her, whistling for Heart to follow them in. The dog bounded in, claws clicking gently against the wood floors as she shook off the outside, and nosed Jeremiah for attention. He gave her a bit of attention and then chased her off, closing the door behind Pippin.
He'd brought her into the main room of the house which overlooked the lake. Glass windows and wood frame made up nearly the entirety of the wall that looked out on the stone patio and the lake, while a giant stone fireplace could be seen nearby. The entire space was open, a large dining room sat in darkness to their right, an open kitchen directly in front of them, and to their left a large great room, with two different seating areas near the fireplace. Jeremiah walked towards the kitchen, dropping Heart's leash into a drawer near the end, and he washed his hands before heading for the refrigerator.
He pulled out and handed over a bottle of Peddler Horchata Cream Ale and handed it to her. "I brought it back from Seattle when I was there over Christmas. It's a local brewery, see what you think. If you hate it, I've got whisky," he added with a smile.
Jeremiah watched her for a minute and leaned down on the cabinet, watching her across from him. He didn't know if she was what he'd expected exactly, although the pieces all fit together as they should have. He tilted his head. "So you had to come and find your Cassanova," he raised an eyebrow. "Am I what you expected?"