[Arthur doesn't mind the walk, though he doesn't appreciate the lack of concern that groups of commuters seem to have for his personal space.

When they reach the cafe and sit down he tucks his bag up under his seat, leaning against the table]

I'll take that recommendation. What are you having?

[There's a pause, and he pats his pocket, pulling out a ten pound note]

Ah-hah! I knew I had some of this weird Muggle money.