"2 works." Ash responded.

"And I assume you mean YOUR timezone." he said.

"Which is fine, my schedule's really flexible." he then assured her.

"Right then, 2pm at your home." he said back.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Indeed." Ash responded.

"I'm eager to meet you." he told her.

He then said goodbye, and they ended their conversation, before he hung up.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"This should hopefully go over well."

At 2pm, Ash appeared in a burst of black flames, and looked at the impressive and imposing manor before him.

"...woah." he muttered.

"This place is HUGE." he said to himself.

'Wonder who lives here...?' he then thought, as he stepped up to the front door. As he did, he felt a sudden surge of a strange feeling through him.

He couldn't pinpoint what it was... but it was a ring of familiarity, with hinds of a weird nostalgia.

"Eh? The hell was that?" he mumbled.

He then shrugged it off... and knocked on the door.

Ash was silent for a moment, as he witnessed the woman.

'...why does she seem... familiar...?' he asked himself mentally.

He then shook himself back to reality, and stepped inside.

"Mmm." he mumbled, sniffing the air.

"Well, this is off to a good start." he commented.

"Those cookie-brownies smell delicious." he complimented her.

"Cookie-brownies... Crownies? Brookies? Oh, you know what I mean." he then added.

"Sounds good to me." Ash told her.

"Lead the way." he said.

The two of them then started to make their way to the kitchen, with Ash looking at the hat... specifically, the chain around it.

"That's... an interesting hat." he finally commented.

"Where did you get it?" he asked.

Ash raised his eyebrow at the comment about her past, but shrugged it off.

"I see, I see." he said, listening to all she had to say about the place.

"So your son lives here, too." he commented.

"I see." he repeated.

"As for a second fridge, I doubt one will need to be installed up here. If it's all right with you, I can bring a smaller fridge for any personal or private foodstuffs we might have." he told her.

"I doubt locking cupboards will be an issue, either." he then said.

"Depends on your son, though." he continued.

"He the sort to pilfer from others coffers?" he asked with a light smirk.

Ash accepted the cookie, and smiled.

"Thanks." he said.

He then lifted it towards his mouth, before pausing... almost seeming to freeze in place.

".....wait." he muttered.

"Hold on." he said.

"Lindsay?" he asked. "That's your son's name?"

"A different era...?" Ash asked.

"Well... technically I am too." he told her.

"And... you're right. It IS mostly for girls now." he agreed.

"Which is... well, it makes it more..." he started to say further, before pausing again.

"My brother's name is Lindsay." he told her.

"I think it's time for some proper introductions." he went on.

"I'm Ash. Ash Fyrane." he introduced himself.

Ash was silent for a few moments, seemingly unable to do anything but stare at the woman.

".........ah..... ah...." he stammered.

"W-wait." he said.

"M-m-mother?" he asked.

"But... wait... so you're... this is... I am..." he stammered further, before shaking his head.

"Lindsay!" he exclaimed.

"So Lindsay's been here!?" he asked her.

Ash took a few unconscious steps back, collapsing into a chair that was behind him.

He was silent, but seemed like he was trying to be saying something, before he brought his hand up to his head, lightly clutching at the side of it.

"I... woah." he stammered.

"This is.. this is heavy." he said.

"I'm already considering making a massive change in my lifestyle, and now THIS." he muttered further, staring blankly into the distance for another moment... his eyes finally resting on Rowena.

"...Aunt Rocky has nothing but good to say about you." he commented.

"......you're really okay with kids?" he then asked.