Clinic. Well, Lev's always been rather predictable; their now-ex-wife is a nurse and midwife, and their husband's a medical necromancer. They offer a smile to Hawkeye in turn, and take his hand.

"Chicory root, nu?" they say, "feh, better than acorns? We had options for tea, leaves are leaves, after all, but qahveh was always difficult to substitute for." Even in the local language, they manage to say the word so it is not quite "coffee". "And like, nu. Acorns ain't it." They aren't actually sure what chicory root is, but they're not going to show ignorance right now. "But gin and hot chocolate, such things are always welcome."

They let Hawkeye lead the way, and try not to make their limp too obvious. Best not arouse concern right off the bat.