"Andrew," Andrew finally allowed himself to give a little. Shook his hand even. That took a lot. He'd seen his dad do it, but nobody had ever wanted to shake hands with him before. Now how the heck was he gonna let this guy know he didn't know one ounce more about where they were than the big guy did? And was the guy gonna cuff him for, well, he hadn't lied, he just hadn't told the truth. Lying was against the rules. but not telling the truth, well, that was different. He just hadn't admitted he was lost. He hadn't really lied. Still following the rules.
And he sure didn't want to go back where that first big dumb guy had chased him out of. "How about fish and chips?" Andrew suggested, hoping they could find some good pub grub instead. Now, bars were something he knew all about. Friendlier ground, in Andrew's mind. And he might not be able to find anything else, but he did know where the pub was. Had been there. Hoodwinked a drunk there into signing the last of his Hogwarts papers by stealing a glass of firewhiskey from some passed out old sot to give to the drunk in payment to sign the papers. Well, now the old buggar that was passed out didn't need that last drink, now did he? Andrew was just making sure it went to a good cause. That made it more like borrowing. He was getting good at not breaking the rules.