"There's ahh a barbeque place nearby, a burger joint...o there's a brewpub just north east of here on Folsom." Arthur says after pulling out his phone and throwing up a quick google search. The phone goes back into his pocket, giving a soft clink as it hits his wand.
"I haven't been to any of them, so I'm not sure as to how discretely we could sit?" Eyes flick from Aquinas to the July. Sure a Guardian and Secrecy blah blah. Looking like a bigger idiot in front of the Heirarch, worse.