Oh, Sarah Jane, you know you are good for plenty of things. Including getting lost and requiring rescue. And what do you mean, sure if I- I distinctly remember... having that conversation, dear girl. And the tea, definately. You scorched it, aft-
Oh, my word. That is. And I think you are... Yes, old girl. Yes, I want that very much, if you can honestly stand me, after these past few weeks*.
(ooc: Neatly hand-waved plot point #1- Four remembers talking to older!SJ about love and settling down, and the whole debachle with Eight, and has been hiding since he felt unwanted. And, in realizing he confused the two of them now, he is both overjoyed, and feeling like a dolt. Y/N?)