Harry was normally a beer person, but he doubted he would find anything along the quality of Mac's microbrew here. So he gave a half-shrug and idled up to the bar, glancing to be sure Dinah was alright with this move. Since she was already ahead of him, he figured that was fine, and took a seat himself.
"Sea Breeze? Never heard of it, but I'm game." He gave the place a looking over. It wasn't like MacAnally's in any way, with Mac's hand-carved thirteen wooden pillars, thirteen ceiling fans, and thirteen tables, all placed carefully to break up the magical auras that flowed off the regular customers. Mac's had no sign, no ads, but if you were part of the magical community, you sort of found yourself gravitating towards it. And since it had been Accorded Neutral Territory, more than not, you might find a few enemies had gravitated there as well.
"Looks promising," he said, hopeful. Some sort of neutral sanctuary was a plus in any case. And it always paid off to know the owner. "I can probably set up a few wards, if you need a hand. You know, to get started."