Margaery was docile during the walk back, distracted. She didn't pay attention to the chaos still in full swing around them; her thoughts were on the shop, on going back there, on the so-blue eyes that she still seemed able to see if she let her own drop closed.
It didn't take long. Within a few minutes, minutes that brought her perilously close to midnight, she was letting them into the little jewelry shop. Around them, trinkets gleamed in the dark, moving as Margo brushed by. It was a very small space, large enough for her counter and a handful of customers. The 'back' was rather like a very large closet, one with a little countertop where Margo cleaned and mended the pieces that she found.
"I thought... wasn't I going home?" The redhead turned toward him to ask the question, a little line of confusion between her brows, genuinely concerned.