Charlie picked up the beer Seamus had delivered and took a long draught. He could only imagine somewhere like the pub generated more paperwork than Wingbeat did, simply by virtue of serving food and being open more days and made a face. "Thanks," he said.
"I'm lucky, I guess, only open three days so far, but the paperwork is a fucking nightmare. I mean just in general. The dragons came with paperwork too, but at least that shit was interesting sometimes!" He pulled another face and took another draught of his pint. "I didn't make any fuckups that I haven't already made and worked out how to sort, at least not today."