Coughing on her coffee a little (What? It was hot!), Hestia nodded. "Yup. Probably climbed out from under his latest girlfriend and remembered he had mates back in merry old England." Hiding any expression she may or may not have had behind another sip of coffee, Hestia reached into the small bag to produce one of the scones.
"Give it another week. He'll go back to working lots and we'll have to nag him to talk to us again."