"The used books shop," she answers, because evidently Hermione Granger picked herself a home somewhere where comforting scents could flood her private abode at every time of the day.

Which brings her to point number two, said with some trepidation, and a little smile at the corner of her lips. "There's a café across the street, they make pancakes and excellent poached eggs, for wizarding London."

There's a non-invitational invite. They should have breakfast - whether it is because they're going to just meet there on a weekend day, or because they're going to have a few more rounds and exhaust each other into sleep, and tomorrow their heads will beg for caffeine, they should have breakfast.

It's a solid ground to build all this on.

"And they open early, even on Saturday. So, I guess what I have in mind is to go there tomorrow together."