"Where are you trying to go?"

He points to the tavern. "That's the Singing Mandrake. The biggest pub in Veilgarden, and a place where artists like to congregate--there are artists all over Veilgarden, of course, but the Singing Mandrake has more of them in one place at any given time than anywhere else." 

"And why not those other places?"

He considers carefully how to respond, then gives up. "Those are honey-dens, and I don't want you getting addicted to honey if I can help it." 

"Why not?"

She gives him a tiny whiff of the fear pheromone she installed into his brain since he seems to be trying to be clever.

"Because-it's-not-good-for-you-and-you're-a-child-so-I-don't-want-bad-things-to-happen-to-you," he gasps out, pupils dilating and shoulders shaking slightly. 

"You really shouldn't tell lies!"

Here are some more pheromones.

"I'm not lying!" he all but screams. 

Bonesaw finds this hard to believe, but she checks to see if he's telling the truth by digging her finger into his palm and feeling how his body's doing, just in case.

He's really freaked out for obvious pheremone reasons, but not lying. 

"Oh, you aren't. Good job!"

Bonesaw skips with him to the Singing Mandrake.

He gives himself a moment to stop shaking, and then follows her. 

In contrast to London's foggy gloom, the inside of the Singing Mandrake is bright, lit with many, many candles, of varying sizes and kinds of wax. In one corner someone is singing; in another someone is telling jokes. At tables scattered across the floor, people are drinking, discussing their latest oeuvres, heckling the performers, flirting, and playing dice. 

Bonesaw would like one of the most interesting non-alcoholic drink please!

Darkdrop coffee?

Ew, no not coffee! Don't you know kids can't have coffee!

Not a principle they're familiar with, no. Tea?

Sure! Tea will work. With extra sugar pretty please!

They will put extra sugar in her tea, then, and give it to her in an eccentrically-painted only-slightly-chipped teacup. 

Oh this is very good! Her Friend will have some tea too! And if anyone else wants to join her tea party they can!

Sure, why not, a handful of Bohemians will join this kid's tea party. 

One of them is a man in his late twenties with flyaway hair, wearing a waistcoat with mushrooms embroidered on it; instead of being a repeating pattern, no two mushrooms are of the same species. 

One of them is a woman wearing a green dress that makes Bonesaw feel sleepy if she looks at it too long, with a bird with seven heads perched on her hat. 

One of them is a woman with no eyes wearing an outfit that would be quite nice, except that those colors do not go together. 

"Oooooh, how'd you make that dress???"

Bonesaw stares at the dress a bunch. She only sleeps when it's her bedtime, she made sure of it.

"Oh, it was a souvenir from the Viric Jungle." 

"Can I try it on?"

"Perhaps some other time. I didn't bring a change of clothes." 

"Silly of you not to bring a change of clothes if you're going to play dress up like that."