"Da' would like you, I think." She subconsciously took a deep breath before entering the Leaky, not keen on breathing much of the smoky air inside. As they walked through the pub-slash-inn Embyr remained silent, speaking up once they were on the other side. Ahh. The cleaner air of muggle London.
"He'd die if he knew I'd tasted a cosmopolitan, too. I grew up on Guinness and O'Hara's, and firewhiskey once I figured out how to get it at school. Who has time to mix their booze with juice?"