Verity's inside, having claimed a table for them near a sunny window. She's got a very large book beside her, a pitcher of some kind of punch in front of her, and a glass of the same in her hands. She's not hard to spot, which is good since she's not watching the doors: the scene outside the window, of a horse complaining about the quality of the stables (there's a great deal of hoof-stomping), has captured her attention.

The friendly-looking hen at the front desk gives Felix a curious look when he comes in, but doesn't stop him if he goes straight through to the dining room.