"Great," Hannah said with a wide smile as she stood up and motioned off to one side where they could sit at a free table. Not that there was a lack of them at the moment. Business had picked up significantly in the last month or two, but this time of day was always rather light. She handed him a menu from the stack on the bar before nodding that he should go ahead. "I'll just pop back to the kitchen and put in an order, then join you in a few minutes."
She couldn't help doing a few minor straightening tasks as she crossed the pub, and stopping briefly to ask after the few patrons they had at the moment. Ordering up a few appetisers and entrees from their rather sparse menu, she finished by dropping back behind the bar and pulling two mugs of the beer they had on tap. She wouldn't drink either—not while she was technically working, anyway—but it would be good for Michael to try them so that he could make recommendations.
Hannah rattled off the names of the brews as she sat, placing them both in front of him before taking a seat across the table. "Sylvia's a fabulous cook." She hesitated a moment, debating whether she should mention that the woman was also infected, but decided now was not the time. Susan had given her several stern looks at her reaction to that particular news, and now in light of everything happening with her godson...well, it wasn't a topic she wanted to broach if she didn't have to. Michael's training would insure that he always had solid charms, so it wouldn't be an issue. It wouldn't. "So we've established that you've travelled more in the last six months than I have in my entire life, and that you're rather fond of Lisa Turpin." She couldn't help a little teasing smile at that. "Any particular plans? Not that I wouldn't love to keep a bartender for more than a year or two, but everyone knows that's not the average person's end game."