Jace's Place

Jace smiles and scratches his familiar under the chin, who makes a soft clicking sound in his throat, the kind which on a full-sized dragon would be the low rumble that makes low-level adventurers wet themselves. He curls up around Jace's neck as the sorcerer sticks the sheet in a little round case in his satchel. The two have a very brotherly feel between them, if she's a person who recognizes that sort of thing.
"Good luck. I'll clean up around here. And try to get that phone first, just in case."
he says, handing her a little scrap of paper with his number on it. Yes, Jace has a phone. It's rather simple, but he has one.
Then he'll go to start getting all the ice in the water bucket before it melts all over the floor.