Gideon strutted into the conference room and looked for someone who looked even a little bit familiar. Oh ho! There is that feisty red-head Rowan from my division! I think I'll sit myself near her. But not until I get myself some bread! I do love me a nice baguette.

Gideon sauntered over to the vacant chair beside Rowan, baguette in hand, and took a seat with a heavy plop. The chair creeked a bit under his weight, but it held up alright. To Rowan, "We meet again!"