Stan wrapped his fingers around the coins and looked back and forth between the bedsteads and the armchairs he had forgotten to transfigure that evening. The girl seemed happy and Ernie wouldn't tell, he was pretty sure. He was so surprised that he barely noticed the flirty smile, but the girl's comment made him pause.
He looked around at the other occupants of the bus, sleeping, whispering, or canoodling. Then he looked back at her. "May'e we could," he said, deadpan, and left to go get the cocoa and let Ernie know the destination. She was kind of pretty, but it promised to be a long night.
The bus jerked to a start and sped off down the road.