Oh, I guess that's possible? [ He's heard of weirder things happening, at least, and if Stefan says it wasn't him, then he'd be willing to believe it. ]

That must be very strange though, having people recognize you when you don't recognize them. I've heard that happens to a couple of people here? But mostly because there are stories about them in other peoples' worlds, and not. Like that.

[ In any case, they've made it all the way up the stairs to Orpheus's apartment, to which he opens the door without unlocking it because it legitimately doesn't occur to him why he might want to. It's fairly sparse, with most of the clutter coming in the form of various notebooks and loose sheets of paper covered in a variety of different kinds of handwritten musical notation stacked on every available surface.

Orpheus leads Stefan into the kitchen, where there's a small table with a bright red carnation sitting in a vase on top. On the counter next to the stove is a small shrine constructed out of whitewashed bricks, decorated with feathers and flowers, the blessings basket that arrived with him sitting on top of it. ]

So, did you want something to drink? I have coffee, a couple of kinds of tea, or hot chocolate, or I can get you something cold.