When the last child left Sam turned to Jack, standing in the corner.

"Sorry about that. They should have told me, we could have picked a time to meet or something. I'd see if you wanted to chat over coffee or something but," he laughed at himself, "I'm not exactly presentable right now, am I?"

He picked up a cardboard box off the floor and started loading the finger paints into it. The paintings had left with the children. He hefted the box and started to the door.

"Sorry they do some sort of other class in here in about ten minutes. They'll get snippy if we're still here." He gestured for Jack to follow him. "Since I'm not really fit to go anywhere you can come to my flat and talk if you like. Or we can schedule a time to talk later. I guess I really need to know just what you're expecting before I can respond to your offer."