"Thank you, Ennis." The bill paid, they walked out of the bar, side by side. Death winked at the bartender, who'd been the one to stare longest and most critically. He looked slightly confused by her kindness.
Once they were outside, Death pointed them in the direction of the nearest portkey. "It's pretty close," she said. "And it's a little disorienting. We can portkey together because the first time's weird."