Once he caught up to Elliot, Mason grinned, clapping his friend on the shoulder lightly. "Feels like a decade, but that might be an exaggeration." It hadn't been anywhere near that long, but Mason was feeling like an old coot these days, so he liked to wax poetic about getting old in the most self-depreciating of manners.

"Can I temp you into a pint at the Broomsticks?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow. "I'll take any excuse to stay out of the castle for a little longer." He was ready for the school year to be over and while the castle (or greenhouses, rather) were typically his place of refuge from the outside world, he was in the mood for a change of scenery. His trip to the Seychelles with Lissington for Easter had done him some good, but now he was starting to think he might have the bug for travel. "I trust things have been well?" He hoped anyway, otherwise he'd feel like an ass for asking.