"Okay." He was really afraid she was going to say no. Take a chance on her own. He took a deep, deep, relieved breath. He didn't really want to find out how much it hurt to be rejected by your kid. "One of the other Harry Dresden's? Or did you mean something else?"
It wasn't that hard to find a tavern that served fish and chips in London. It seemed there was a pub on every corner. He just sort of followed his nose to a place that smelled good.
They ended up at a little place called 'Royal Oak' on Tabbard Street. It was decorated to give it an 1800's sort of feel, which was made that much more weird by the fact that all the patrons were wearing clothes that looked like they belonged on the set of an Austin Powers movie.