It's a chance run-in that, in the remarkably pleasant spring afternoon, Jon spots a familiar face at the market. Little stalls in warmer weather make for nice browsing, and after the turbulence of a world of waking nightmares, he thinks he's well overdue for small, mundane pleasantries. And what better mundane pleasantry than catching up with someone he hasn't seen in a few months? (God, he's really got to get better at maintaining his social life. Coming back to it has made it glaring just how bad at this he is.)

"Oh, hey, it's--- Alice, right?" Even if he's just asking for propriety's sake, he doesn't look any less pleased for it, offering her a playful little grin. "It's been a while. They've figured out pink hair dye here since last time, have they?"