"Wander my way anytime," Much winked at her. "You're always welcome wherever I am. Thank you for being pure delight! Now, let me clear this place out, and then it's Harlamwards we go." He said it with a flourish, and then powered through the closing procedures like a master. Sometimes at Diogenes (although it had been exactly the same at the last bar he'd worked in too, and at pubs and inns and every boozy, social establishment he'd worked at over the years) this meant convincing the patrons that it was their own idea to leave; that there were other, greater adventures out there in the night just waiting for them to take hold of.
The dvergar certainly piled out into the night like they were looking for the next adventure, and when Much and Qebhet finally left too, they were climbing all over each other to take a group selfie, all of them trying to take up as much of the frame as possible. "Looks like everyone had fun tonight," Much grinned, waving at them before offering Qebhet his arm. "Van's not far off."