[He's a few minutes late, because he dithered a bit too long over what sort of soup she'd like; he'd worried for a moment that she was vegetarian because of her faith, but then he'd remembered Maya...but then ultimately he'd decided to play it safe. So he has a bag containing a paper cup of tomato soup and a few saltines in one hand and a briefcase full of work in the other.
He has no free hand to wave when he arrives, so he nods at her.]
[action!] :D Huzzah!
He has no free hand to wave when he arrives, so he nods at her.]
Hello, Pearl. First, here you are -