“Is this your spot?” They’re asking because it’s kind of their spot. Granted, usually when he’s there, it’s as an owl, he doesn’t bother walking over to the hill most of the time. There’s a lot of specific stargazing spots in general over the city and it’d been something they’d grown fond of ever since they’d come back from New York. It’s his first choice, the hillside in the park has a nice view, there’s the sound of a fountain in the background, it’s a lot more peaceful than the rest of the nightlife in the area. “Because it’s usually mine, if you don’t mind.” Hands in his coat pockets, Triss’s shoulders raise in a semblance of a shrug. If it’d been anything else, they’d have moved on without saying anything, but they were a social creature by nature and they clearly shared an interest already.