[anywhere!]
[ At the feast, Gaunt is pointedly cheerful, and much less grim than normal. He seems to be annoyed with his knife and fork, as they can't quite shovel the food in fast enough for him, obviously fighting to retain his manners and general air of dignity. He's avoiding wine or brandy thus far, seemingly having taken entirely to water even after the fast. ]
[ Which doesn't last too long once he's in the bar! He's got some scotch, and is drinking away at it with a look of nigh-ferocious determination about him. ]