Who: Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape
Where: The Pub
When: A given morning, after Lucius is healed up.
Severus wasn't wrong - at this hour, a bar is rarely noisy, with plentiful space for them to find a place to talk. Lucius evaluates the setting without any overt judgment, nor does he make any comment. Nothing feels completely correct.
His legs, for examples, are healed fine. Their implications more severe than he is used to, but it isn't the first time he's been legitimately injured in his life and come away unscathed, death aside. Still, he walks somewhat slowly, if not too obviously - it may take another day to shake away the notion that they shouldn't be working, or that pressure and movement won't simply snap important things again. However, ghost injuries aren't the least of it.
Severus and himself have not managed to walk away from a conversation in any kind of peace, with even network conversations tainted with frost that Lucius is pessimistic as to its waning. Not that he is helping.
Once inside, he drifts without instruction to a seating place out of the way.