“I am?” That was curious. It seemed that could be the case here, but oak and ash, that made no sense whatsoever. How could they be from different timelines? That one-uped the not noticing theyw ere gone thing and she didn’t think that was possible.
“I don’t know. It’s been about six months since….” She didn’t have it in her to say Connor dying, so she opted for something else. “Rayseline tried to start that war. When are you from then?"
She pushed her menu down in front of her. The question was far more interesting than the beer selection.