Harry's mouth turned crooked in a lopsided smile of amusement at their lives, really. "Maybe... we can try." He led the way toward the bar, carefully building and maintaining the shields he had perfected, well, gotten better at, anyway, while in Winter. No more blowouts, thank you. "I'm getting better at that." He had definitely learned that lesson in the Fae.

He waved a bartender down and hopefully asked, "Got any MacAnally's Brown Ale?"