Bonehead wasn't any trouble for Deitha as she ferried them both home from Meridian. Honestly, Deitha thought Bonehead had had a pretty good day all in all. She'd been out, seen things, smelled things, been a passive passenger completely unaware of all the things that had transpired - and got hugs out of it. What was not to like about that?
She wasn't sure if she was going to confide in Odhrán of what almost happened at the house. She wasn't sure she particularly wanted to admit that she had wanted to lay waste to the place. How the anger had boiled up inside her - but when it mattered, she did the right thing. Not, perhaps, for the right reason, but the right thing nonetheless. Perhaps after a few drinks she might admit to it. He might figure it out anyway - Odhrán Ó Dálaigh was a smart cookie, and being a legilimens gave him a few advantages in that department.
But hopefully the evening would be more pleasant. They'd done a thing. All things considered, net positive. Someone had been saved from ... whatever in Merlin's name that was. Perhaps not in Merlin's name, though. If even half the legends were true, Merlin had been vastly more respectable, not that being more respectable than "whoever she'd dropped a door onto" was difficult.
Deitha fixed some food into Bonehead's bowl - the good stuff today, meat with jelly, and some dry mix in case of hunger pangs in the night, and topped up her water bowl. Nice and uncomplicated, just how she wanted her evening to continue, really.
Next up was hosing herself down quickly in the bathtub; there wasn't really the time for a bath, but that was no matter, as Deitha had had one of those rubber hose arrangements fitted to the taps, so she could rinse off quickly and easily. And, to be fair, it also made washing things easier with a directable stream of water, but for tonight it was simply about having a lather and a rinse. As she'd disrobed, she'd rediscovered the second wand she'd stowed in it, which looked so much the worse for wear. "Its owner won't be needing it any time soon," she thought, but she stopped herself from simply snapping it. She could turn it over to the Auror's Office, quietly. Let them investigate its priori incantatem.
The thing was, the day's events were under her skin and no amount of washing would get that off. Not yet, anyway. She was surprised at herself for being squeamish, surely she'd seen more atrocious things than that, then the shambling horrors she'd conjure up for others - but the truth was much more complicated. The day would stay with her awhile. That house. That room. The shower was simply to sluice off the outermost layer and present the veneer of civility and cleanliness outermost.
And, truth be told, the choice of fashion for the evening was troublesome. There seemed almost nothing in her wardrobe that was entirely apt; it wasn't a date so nothing slutty, none of the current 'fashion trends' like miniskirts (and besides, Odhrán really wasn't her type, through no fault of his), but she was going to have a relaxing good time, so nothing stuffy and formal at the other end of the spectrum - but also not downmarket and beneath her. That veneer of civility again, which ruled out a lot of the more flowy and light dresses she had.
Eventually she settled on a trim blue number with quite a large white collar, and a matching belt to cinch it around her waist. It wasn't particularly pretty but it was on trend in fashion so she could go somewhere nice and not seem out of place. And it was comfortable to wear even if it wasn't perhaps her usual brand of 'statementy'. One couldn't always be the centre of attention, after all.
She presented herself an hour later at the door of Meridian, smartly dressed, clutch bag in hand, waiting to see if Odhrán was ready to go.
She'd decided she was going to suggest Revolution; despite its appearance and veneer of faux-snobbishness, despite its upscale pretensions, and those of its owner, the place was really a rather reasonable watering hole for people who wanted to drink, to eat, and to not be disturbed. It had that going for it - mostly because anyone who was actually anyone wouldn't dare be seen dead in it. It would simply never do in society to be seen there. But for some that was its allure, a place to not be seen, fancy upscale pretensions left wanting.