"Very well, lunch it is," he said, smiling, although he was pretty sure that the something stronger he had in mind wasn't the same things she did. "I'm sure we'll find something you like." He looked at her like she'd lost her mind. There was no way that he was going to eat at the Leaky Cauldron.
Stephen escorted her out, and Apparated to Diagon Alley. As he had expected, there weren't as many people out as there would usually be, adding the early time, they had their pick. Stephen picked one of his favourite places, and while usually he would have set outside, she was too much of a target for people that didn't like the current regime. Instead, he asked for a table inside.
When they were seated, he looked at her. "So... how have you been adjusting? I'm sure things must seem really strange for you." Not as strange as they had for Belvina who was coming from the 19th century.