Kens felt understood for the first time in a while, and it was a lovely feeling. Usually the clientele this time of night wasn't this lovely. She took the last bite of her meal piled everything onto the plate. "It's alright, we're managing." Kens knew things would work out somehow.

"I should probably get heading home." She wasn't looking forward to the floo trip, but it wasn't safe to walk this time of night. "It's been lovely chatting with you." She meant that, too.