Debi had thought about the Floo, decided that she didn't want to be bounced about, and finally given up and called a cab. London taxis were roomy, comfortable, and much easier to get into and out of than a normal car, and most of the drivers were more than happy to help the pregnant lady.
This one was particularly solicitous, and she gave him a double tip when he pretty much lifted her out of the back seat and onto the sidewalk of Charing Cross Road. The Leaky looked cool and inviting, and she sighed with relief at the drop in temperature as she waddled inside and over to Padma.
"Thanks for getting a table - oh God, it's so good to sit down!" Debi sank gratefully into her chair. It was getting harder and harder to walk more than a few feet now that the birth was imminent, and she could hardly wait to have her old body back. "How have you been?"