With all of her experience with alien cultures, it had never occurred to Gwen a telephone number could be as foreign to someone from another universe as magic was to her.
"Thank you," she said with a grin. "Listen, Severus, it was lovely chatting with you, but if I don't get back to the laundry my husband is going to send out a search party for me." She glanced over at the sleeping Anwen, just barely stopping herself from reaching to stroke her cheek. She didn't want to wake her up when she was sleeping soundly, though.
"I hope you won't think Anwen and I are terribly rude if we head off, now."