Miles thought she was a pretty enough thing for Cass, although he wondered if he was going to stay faithful to her. She seemed to have a bit of a temper on her, and every now and then she got that look of disapproval on her face. Like an old school marm. He'd like to be a fly on the wall when Cass crossed her - she'd be the type to give him a good talking to. Or more.
"Working, eh? Is that what he's calling it these days?" he chuckled. He poured the butterbeers, taking her coins as he handed them over.
He could see she was looking to leave and find a spare table. "Nothing much left here tonight, Bones. You either stand as you drink, or keep that stool warm for the evening."
At the assumption he was overcharging, he just let his jaw drop, shaking his head. "None of that going on here, the markup is perfectly in line with inflation. And our drinks are more expensive than at the Hog's Head well, because at least you can be guaranteed your glass is clean here."