Charlie snorted, having no intention of actually putting the sign up, but the idea of it was hilarious. "Probably better not. I could put one on the staff board to amuse everyone though," he mused. He nodded brightly at Hyperion's suggestion. "Yeah, let's do that. I'd prefer to be able to come back here at, you know, any point in the future." He was pretty sure that if he told any of those stories in the bookshop they'd be thrown out for either indecency or just plain being too loud.
"Circe I hope Ron's not one of them!" Charlie said with feeling. Although given what Ron had told him about being unsure about his career it would surprise him. Not that he was going to mention that to Angus. "Great. Let me go buy it before we escape all the pink and shit," he said, waving his hand at the Valentine's related display.
Purchase shrunk and tucked safely into a pocket Charlie followed Angus out onto the street. "Err, I'm not sure actually. One of the pubs? Or my place has coffee?" he suggested with a shrug. "My place also comes with a cute menace of a cat," he said, gesturing to his armful of cat food.