All bars here look alike, fundamentally, but Lambert is neither picky nor inclined to move far in this state, so he readily picks the closest, non-crowded looking one.

"There. That one."

He starts tottering off, tugging Childermass behind him, and it won't take long for them to grab a table with two benches to sit on. Once they're seated Lambert keeps his hand and the handkerchief to his nose, but he'll also lean against Childermass's shoulder, getting comfortably snuggly.