Find seats they do. There's an available scrap of bench near the wide blazing fireplace exactly the width of one of them, but Bartimaeus passes it up entirely of simply sitting on the floor near the heat of the hearth stone. She can have the bench and the elbow of her tattooed and bearded neighbor if she wants it. Meanwhile, he'd almost crawl into the burning coals if the wearing skin part of him wouldn't disagree with it so much.

"You're forgetting something, by the way."