Oh, that was interesting. Kieran noted it down, then flipped his notepad shut — off the clock, as it were. (Pengloss would not be thrilled with him if he saw this behavior.) "There's meetings," Kieran said, having recognized a potential new friend in Berkwood's simple ambitions. He tried not to tell people he did this, but he — still did, sometimes. "At the Augurey, in London. You should come by. Schedule's on their cork board."