Gavin found it sweet that Sabrina wasn't downplaying his particular dream, because it was just that: a dream. He enjoyed staying close to home and running the pub. The day in and day out regulars; the matches on the telly; the cheers and fights and all of it. He enjoyed, thoroughly, being a small town pub manager. Someday, if he had the means and the offer came his way, he wouldn't mind purchasing the place and owning it, but that was easily years off. For now, he was content with his lot. 

At Sabrina's suggestion - and really from just knowing his sister - he did move himself out of range of her kicks, especially as Sabrina seemed intent on the gossip of it all. In truth, Gavin wasn't overly chuffed about his sister seeing this boy, but he knew better than to get upset about it. That would be the best way to make sure his sister really decided to like the boy. 

Caitlin could feel her face heating as Sabrina seemed intent on knowing about her boy. She hardly knew herself just how she felt about Oz, though over the last month she had been spending a bit more time with him when he could find the time. She liked him, if the way her heart thudded and her stomach flopped when he was around was any indication, but she didn't know if she should like him. If it were wise in any way to like him. Gavin had said nothing since his initial discouragement about her going out on their first date, but that meant nothing. Not really. 

She made a face, returning the squeeze of Sabrina's hand, and was about ready to suggest that Gavin leave them alone when mum called her name from the back of the house. Looking from Sabrina to her brother and back, she was about to just ignore the call when it came again. Mouthing a 'be right back', she got up from the table to go find out what mum needed.

And then there were two.

Gavin hadn't been fully aware of how relaxed Caitlin's presence had made him, but the moment he looked across the table and realized he was entirely alone with the very pretty witch, he didn't entirely know what to do or say. Reaching for the teapot, he didn't even double check before he poured more tea into his still full tea cup, the hot water spilling over quickly. With a yelp, he nearly dropped the teapot, scooting back quickly and, in the absence of a towel, his hands started to push at the hot water which, of course, was less than smart. He was on his feet by this point, water dripping onto the floor, wiping his now wet hands on his pants and looking sheepishly over at Sabrina.

"Not gonna win any awards for being smooth, am I?" he asked.