After closing out their tab and apologizing profusely to the bartender the two apparated to Oliver's flat.
"Kates, I'm really sorry," Oliver said again, unlocking the door and flipping on the lights to the front room. "I have a... washing box. It washes clothes so you don't need to worry about charming them clean." He moved about, flipping on various lights and grabbing books off the couch. "And you can use my bathtub, it's quite nice."