"Charlie! That was it," he says, acting like she's successfully jogged his memory. "Charlie Bradbury. Welcome back to Wonderland!"

He's really not surprised she knows him, for all sorts of reasons. It's come up countless times before with all sorts of different people, but he's also met her a couple of times now. He makes the comment quickly and casually and moves swiftly on from there.

"Oh, more often than you'd think, yet somehow less often than I would have imagined."

He shrugs. That's what happens when you wind up with barely thirty pages' worth about you over the course of seven novels.

"Just James is fine though," he laughs. "Unless you want me calling you Ms Bradbury."

Because he will, if she keeps that up. He will do it every single time.