Inside was bright and noisy and cramped. If they hadn't already had plans to eat outside, Eleven would have suggested it then. For all that, it was terribly friendly and he brightened, comfortable despite needing to squeeze between tables. The air was heavy with delicious aromas, and passing one tables with plates boasting the biggest chicken legs Eleven had ever seen assured him that they were in the right place.

"We're full, dears," a serving lady informed them.

Eleven laughed, undeterred. "I can see that. We'll take ours outside, if I could get a leg and some ale- and whatever the lady here would like."