"You know," Lavender said. "There is this brilliant invention called the winter coat. You might want to look into it sometime." She meant her comment to be as light hearted as possible, and she hoped Booth knew he didn't have to talk.
She offered him a small smile. "Figured an out of the way place might be more comfortable, yeah?" Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a bright orange bottle and handed it to him. "And whatever you do, don't be a git and take this with alcohol. Because I will hex you for that. But it helps with sleeping when you don't want to, normally makes sure for dreamless nights too." It was her bottle of Valium. Lavender had a feeling he needed it more than she did right now.
She sat back in her chair, and took a sip of her whiskey. Funny how no one else in the place seemed to have a clue what was going on, what had been going on. A lady a few tables over was talking about Thanksgiving (crazy American Muggles), and the man over from them was talking about college football.