Daphne reluctantly went through the doors, wrinkling her nose briefly before controlling her expression. It wasn't that she didn't like wizarding pubs. She loved them sometimes, but her real preference lay in modern muggle eateries and bars. Not because of the atmosphere, but muggles simply had standards - and more importantly - health codes. And ventilation. She glared at a wizard puffing away at a huge rank cigar as she passed, but he paid her no mind. Health codes, dammit.
She spotted Silvyr immediately, and smiled back as she reached him quickly, not sure whether to shake his hand, or hug him, or what. She settled for a pathetic little wave, busying herself with taking off her coat so she wouldn't look so at a loss. Setting it down, she shook her head at Leah, who thumped her tail a couple of times before going back to watching the other patrons. One point in favor of wizard pubs, at least where he's concerned, she thought ruefully, and sat down at the table, across from where he was when he first stood up.
"So tell me, what brings us out here on this lovely bitter winter night?" she asked lightly.