[stowe brewery] where shall we go from here? [milos]

It had been another busy day at summer school but Edyta had the evening off. More to the point, so did Milos, the only other Krov graduate working on campus. While she didn't have much money (or otherwise she would have paid to come here rather than offer to work in exchange for her board) Edyta certainly had enough to be able to afford a burger and a couple of drinks each, and besides, she had been dying to visit Stowe brewery since first reading about it. Nineteen flavours of butterbeer? She couldn't even begin to imagine what all of those might be.

Not wanting to go alone, she'd caught up with Milos the previous day while they'd been leading the youngest kids on a hike and suggested the excursion. She'd been a bit concerned that mentioning her desire to visit the brewery might make her fellow graduate think that she liked to drink, but thankfully he'd just agreed that an evening out would be good. It turned out that tonight was the only evening this week that neither of them were scheduled to work, so the plan had been made.

Now it was after dinner and the kids would be occupied with their evening activities, and Edyta, not having eaten since lunchtime, was starving. She had suggested that they meet outside the brewery rather than walk down there together; she didn't think she could stand the gossip if any of the younger kids saw them walking off campus together. Then she'd made sure to arrive several minutes early. Edyta didn't mind waiting for someone else, but she hated the idea of keeping anyone  waiting.

Dressed in cut-off jeans and a dusky pink t-shirt and the better of her two pairs of sneakers, hair tucked up under a baseball cap with 'The Bent-Winged Snitches' logo she'd got from Coakley's Curios because it matched her shirt, Edyta stood outside the brewery, reading the butterbeer menu from the poster on the wall. She was so engrossed in wondering whether chocolate and pistachio or raspberry would be worth trying first, she was completely oblivious to anyone approaching.

@Milos Sarka

Milos walked hurriedly towards the Brewery, where his co-worker and former Quidditch teammate Edyta was probably waiting already. He'd forgotten to turn in some paperwork at the end of one of his sessions, and the lead counselor caught up with him before he'd gone to get ready. He was now a few minutes later than he would have like to have been. He dressed casually in a pair of black shorts, and plain white tee-shirt, with a black leather bracelet around his wrist. His brown leather sandals flopped about on his feet as he walked the pavemented streets of Stowe.

He'd laughed when she suggested they staggered their arrival at the bar, as to keep appearances strictly platonic. Though, he did understand that kids with nothing better to do tended to float rumors faster than he'd ever been able to fly on a broom, and conceded that it would be for the best. He chuckled again when he saw her standing in front of the Stowe Brewery. She'd even worn a baseball cap to hide her hair, probably to look less recognizable, he thought. He produced his shades that he'd kept tucked into the loops of his shorts most days, and put them on his face with a smarmy grin.

He settled up beside his fellow Dragonologist, matching her gaze to the menu on the wall. "Agent M, reporting for duty." he nudged Edyta playfully, his stoic expression being betrayed by the curl of a smile at the edge of his lips. "Let's head in, yeah? Before the counterintelligence sees us." he said this in a stage whisper to Edyta who was still focused on the wall in front of her. He was looking forward to trying at least nine of nineteen flavors. He'd read somewhere they had little flights of three flavors they could do to try out more of the menu, but he hadn't looked too far into it.

He headed into the bar, skirting the edge of the room, and finally settling on a spot in the corner of bar with two high-top chairs for them to sit at. It now looked like their rendezvous was some clandestine transference of information, lit in dim, amber lighting. Milos, now fully done with playing a secret agent, replaced his sunglasses onto his belt loops, and smiled briefly at his old housemate. "I heard you were going to Romania too," he said gently, "Any idea where?" he said, squinting at his friend before realizing he needed to wear his actual glasses, which hung on the outside of his shirt. He put them on, blinking as he adjusted them on his face.

_@Carys

Startled, Edyta jerked sideways, her head turning in surprise. It was very unusual for the girl to let her guard down and relax, and for a moment there was irritation on her face, just for a fraction of a second until she realised who it was. Of course it was Milos. She couldn't help grinning at his words.

"Agent C standing by" she responded, though she didn't really know what it meant. Someone had explained to her that was how muggle spies talked when they were on secret missions, which she supposed made sense, seeing as they couldn't perform a muffliato charm. She had chosen Agent C rather than Agent E on the spur of the moment. It just sounded better. "Sorry I jumped, I was just fascinated by the menu. Have you eaten? Apparently their burgers are amazing" she offered, before following him into the bar.

As she stepped inside the bar a strange thought struck her. This was the first place she'd been in as a graduate, a real adult who was responsible for herself and could come and go exactly as she pleased - well, as long as she was back for breakfast tomorrow morning to oversee the kids, that was. No, stop it, this is your night off! she chided herself. Milos's question was phrased in such a way that she paused for a moment before answering. "As well..? Has the Transylvania sanctuary accepted you as well?" she asked, both surprised and pleased as she answered his question with one of her own. It was fair to say that despite being in the same house, they had never been close other than a shared fondness for dragons. But the prospect of training alongside someone she knew, at the best dragon sanctuary in the world, made her feel far more confident.

"I'm starting at the beginning of October. I applied to the Snowdonia reserve as well, because they specialise in tracking, but they turned me down because I don't speak English or Welsh. Anyway, Oksana Viktorovna said Romania's by far the better reserve, so I suppose it's for the best. Have you made plans for where to stay yet?" Secretly, she was still a little disappointed that she wasn't going somewhere more exotic, but at least this way she didn't have yet another new language to learn.

[ooc: As Oksana's mine, albeit archived, feel free to mention her in relation to dragons in any way you see fit ]