"But I'll absolutely freeze!" Kay protested, one corner of his mouth higher than the other. They would, of course, transfigure their clothes to something somewhat fashionable, using magazines as templates.
Kay sighed as Nat walked away. There was conflict in the other woman, but there was comfort in her presence as well, and no anger discoloured the air between them. He would likely press the physicality a little later, once some alcohol had been ingested, and there was a reassurance in that.
"Sure," he said, striding over to get the drinks, hips unconsciously swaying slightly because of the heels. He snatched them up, glasses in one hand, rum in the other, and the cokes in the crook of one arm. He came back and sank to his knees, leaning down to carefully set everything down without breaking anything.