"Sure thing." she replied, scribbling on the pad before returning the menu back to its designated spot under the bar. "It's not a bad trade off, the guy that cooks is really great and he came up with all of this stuff himself. I keep telling him that he should go to cooking school and become an actual chef but he always ignores me or avoids the question." Ginny explained with a brief shrug of her shoulders. "It'll be worth the price though."
Ripping the paper from the pad she turned to walk a short way down the bar, and disappeared for a moment to deliver the order to the kitchen in the back. Moments later though, she had returned shooting a brief glare at the hairy guy as he requested both a drink and her phone number.
"I don't have a phone." Ginny said quickly, slightly pleased that it was actually the truth. They didn't have phones in the safehouse, and she had found out rather quickly that having a mobile wasn't a good alternative. They acted a bit funny around magic, which apparently extended to Ginny carrying one on her person. If she got angry or happened to be attacked (both of which had happened before) with the phone on her body it wouldn't work afterward so she had abandoned the attempt after a handful of tries. "And you aren't being served anymore drinks, you are completely pissed and I'm cutting you off. I'll call you a taxi or you can sit here and let it wear off a bit before you go home."