"Pubs. Yes, a man at my office said those can be acceptable." He didn't know what chips might be, but fish would suit him fine.
He moved around the room, looking for his coat - such a silly thing, made tight like a guardsman's, rather than a nobleman's cloak - and stopping in front of the blade case that had, to his delight, appeared a few hours ago. "Apparently it is discouraged to carry blades here; my favourite weapon might perhaps cause comment."
Then again. He opened the case on a whim, picking up the original Hidden Blade, the one that had belonged to his father. Perhaps it could be concealed? He felt naked without at least one of the blades on his wrists.