Juliet's smile broadened at the silent invitation, and she sat, pulling the bag off her shoulder and setting it on the chair next to hers.
"Oh! This is his pub--well, he and his husband's," she explained. She wasn't really sure who handled the business aspects of it all, but even so. It was a smaller venue, but it was a start, and Jules wasn't really in a hurry to do anything with her art, anyway. "Oh, forever! I fell in love with it young and never got tired of it. I even went to muggle uni and got a degree in it." Her eyes lit up with talking about it.
"I don't mind at all," she assured Frankie. "I'm loving the hair, by the way!" she said, motioning toward their bright pink hair.