Zach for the most part was pretty flexible in his schedule. He didn't go about scheduling things in regularly of his own particular forethought. Instead, stuff...happened. People came over whenever. He'd remember something or some idea for someone and rush to do something. But Zach wasn't against planning. And there were charms to help make sure he didn't miss stuff when he did.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Patience," Zach grinned as he accepted one of the glasses, "So perhaps every two weeks?" A lot happened in a month. And things could change a lot, and then they risked falling out of it again. "You're welcome to use me for my skills, if you decide," Zach teased lightly, "But I'm glad you like me too."
"It's really pretty here," Zach pointed out, "I live in London, and I have a nice flat, and the city's my home, but I do eventually want to get a house with a garden, a big garden, and lots of flowers and stuff. You already have a lot of that here."