Her world named a pub the Snuggly Duckling? Who frequented it? Grandmothers? Day couldn't help giving her a confused look before he shrugged and continued to walk with her towards town.

"Works for me," He said, resisting the urge to ask about the pub. He half-suspected that if he didn't ask, he was probably better off. "It's pretty flexible, so we can look around at whatever you think looks schway."