"No kidding," Meg practically snorted. "Look, I love the guy, he's a great time. I'm just positive that we've just spent too many hours in a tiny old bar making stupid booze puns to ever think of him like that." She took another sip of her drink and smirked over at Kate. "What, he was kind of a slut? I can see it," Meg chuckled. "He sure is all yours now, though. The way he talks about you..." she trails off, giving Kate a knowing smile.

That smile fades a little at the question about her type and she stares out over the water for a moment before turning back to Kate. "Nerdy angels, apparently," she sighed. Realizing that probably made no sense, Meg elaborated, "He was from back home. Weird sense of humor, couldn't understand a pop culture reference to save his life, always trying to save the world, kinda dreamy..." She attempts a smile, but her eyes remain somewhat sad. "He's also pretty good at disappearing."