"How far's that?"

"Not far at all! Blythendale is about as close to Veilgarden as you can get without being in it."

"Okeydokes, let's head there now and see what fun we can have!"

He has a coat and a hat for going out; he puts those on, if Bonesaw doesn't object. 

He can hold her hand on the way to Veilgarden, if she wants, but he won't push if his initial tentative offer is rejected. 

Bonesaw will definitely hold his hand! It makes it easier to discreetly perfect the improvements she made to it earlier - this vein should really be twisted a bit to manage blood flow and this bit of leg should be tucked in here and the fangs should be retractable but she can't actually do that discreetly while holding his hand so she'll wait till later for that.

He approximately does not react to this. 

And then they reach Veilgarden! 

He tries to gently nudge her towards The Singing Mandrake and away from any of the honey-dens. 

"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!