They found a quiet place to sit, alongside a building. The fish and chips were, in fact, quite good and the pair ate in a comfortable silence. Hermione was lost in thought anyway.  While the day had been satisfactory, in more ways than one, she wanted to leave nothing unturned. She began thinking of Bridget, her paranoia with her work being stolen and using the invisible ink. Her eyes drifted from the delicious chips to the stones on the road. 