Strange gives Celandine a confused look. Two of them now? What the hell did she mean by that? And what the hell happened in the first place?

Strange isn't smart enough to back down and stop pressing when it's obvious there's odd magical shit going on. He takes a sip of his whiskey before pausing and then continuing to talk.

"Considering we're going to meet back in England, of course we'll have things to talk about. It would be boring otherwise."

"Since you're coming to England, we'll have plenty to talk about. I won't stop chatting with you."