"Nice to meet a sorcerer who doesn't already hate me, by the way," he interrupts.

"Eh, it was fun, and as far as I'm concerned we can just turn our date into a friends' meeting where we get to know the cardcaptor and his friend without any competitiveness getting in the way," she says, grinning up at all of them.

So they all sit at their table together, and enjoy a nice meal.

Alistair falls silent when they sit.

"Oh, so you're not going to try to fight us this time?"

"I didn't really fight you. What do you bring to the table, anyway? No magic, no brains..."

"I'm Scott, this is Stiles," he says to the nice sorceress.

"And he did suggest the rope, so I wouldn't say he's completely brainless at the very least, so I'm a priori open to him not being terrible." She turns to Scott. "I'm Sadde. Are you terrible?"

"I don't think I am." 

"Scott's the guy to go to if you need to save the world. I would probably just quit, do the bucket list." 

"Most people can't handle the responsibility of being the cardcaptor."

"I'm coping."

"Save the world... from the cards?"

"Yeah, the cards, they have that annoying apocalypse habit."

"Okay I am even more confused by the competitiveness now."

"It would be good if we could all work together." 

"Sadde, can you pass the salt?" 

"I agree," she says, and looks at Alistair questioningly (while she passes the salt).

"He's not the cardcaptor. He might mean well, but he's dangerous."

"What does 'he's not the cardcaptor' mean, in practice? And dangerous how?"

"He wasn't meant to have this power, he can't handle it."

"Meant by whom, and why do you think he can't handle it?"

"Meant by Clow, who left these cards for a great sorcerer. I don't have any problems with you, but I think you and your friend should stay out of this. You have no experience."

"I don't have much of a choice. Kero says there's only one cardcaptor, and that's me. I'm sorry."

"Kero being...?"