“Pubs are still open. Aren't pubs always open?” She grinned a bit and then shoved her hands deep into her pockets. Wicca was wide awake, the coffee (or the company) had finally done it's job and jolted her mind into the state in which it needed to be. There was no surprise in the fact that he had turned down the offer of cooking; it was something she had tossed out on the spur of the moment and it was just a down right awful bad idea. “At least pubs have chips. And bad chips are better then no chips at all.” She chuckled a bit before she started to make towards the door. “But eventually we'll have to have real food as well.”