Noah was, if nothing else, punctual. He had chosen the time to give Cerise a little time to herself after work -- he knew that he generally preferred a moment to switch gears before having guests. However, at 5:29, he was standing in front of his fireplace with a handful of powder, watching the clock.
It clicked over to 5:30, and he stepped into the grate, throwing down the powder and calling out "Fortescue Manor!" He stepped out of the fireplace on the other end, ducking his head easily to avoid hitting it on the mantle. "Cerise," he said with a smile, spotting her immediately. "Vous ĂȘtes radieuse comme d'habitude, ma douce."