Well, Soren and Henn would probably love to meet you (again), so hey, that'd be cool with me if it's cool with them. We're in London, I'm currently holed up due to an accident involving my hip and the front end of a car becoming intimately acquainted, but due to the awesome power of magical people, I'll be back to myself in a few days. We're currently in our house (which is more or less Grand Central Station right now, lots of family fussing over me...) located here at [address]. I'm the scrawny black haired one with the goatee, Henn's the one that looks like you, and Soren's the Swede. But I'm sure you'll be accosted by the guard dogs, which are about calf high to anybody, and are more apt to lick you than they are to be menacing in any way. Dog's the one with the eyepatch, Arthur's the tribble-looking mop one.
Come on by any time. We've got food aplenty and stories to tell.
Or if you're not into house calls, there's a cafe close to here [address], I'm sure they won't mind a stroll up the lane to go grab a cup of coffee and meet a new-sorta friend!