Just about the time that the young ladies and man still clutching a skateboard began to mingle in the quaint, yet rather gorgeous and homely in its own way, cafe they are both caught somewhat off guard by a strange whizzing noise growing slightly louder and coming to an abrupt stop. An extended flash of green and orange ending just as abruptly, thankfully decelerated by a conveniently cushioned surface.

A quick cursory glance or two reveals a twitching body clad in an open green jacket somewhat engulfed at the neck up by a delightfully soft couch. And another to tell that this person must have collided rather clumsily into the now destabilized table. Wrong place at the wrong time, at least, that is what someone would think about the poor flower pot's new location. The poor poor flower pot, just finding a new home, now about to crumble from the impact.

However, as fast as the figure entered is about the time that passes for a reaction. And one would say just in time, for the shaggy orange haired man was suddenly on the floor clutching the delicate pottery. 

[color=a187be][color=a187be]"Hey there birds, looks like I'm not even the first here."[/color][/color] The student who is now easily determined as Ferghus Gilroy stands in the center of the cafe. He makes an amiable nod towards Orion and smiles warmly [color=a187be]"This one stays between us, yeh?"[/color] He lets out a little smirk.