George snorted. "Or don't tell me how it goes, because your sex life? I'd really rather not hear about."
He returned the light punch half-heartedly, then jingled coins in his pocket. "So. Fish and chips is that way, pizza is this way..." He gestured as he spoke. "Salad and green crap there... Oh, and decent sandwiches just past the fish. Chip shop makes decent coffee, too, so that's a plus."
He glanced back toward WWW, finding Justin in the window, watching him, and rolled his eyes, then waved. "I think they're worried I'll just fall over in the street," he admitted, shaking his head. "I guess I'm about the only one that doesn't have any 'sick' symptoms anymore. Just no magic. I don't even carry a wand anymore," he added with a sigh. He hadn't said that out loud before. The pang it caused was a bit surprising.