Oh, oh dear.  This man was - very intent on being friendly, then.  Edmund tensed beneath the weight of his arm over his shoulder, but his legs still worked about to follow where he as lead, and lead he was.  Right through the door of the building the man was standing behind and right up to the bar.

How convenient.

"Um."  Lord, this man talked as much as his sister.  "I... I'll buy you a drink, fine.  My name is Edmund, and yes, I'm new."

He sat where Francis direction him to, and only a fumbled a little when getting into his seat.  Once he felt stable, he sat up straight; Francis didn't care how old he was, but others might, so he tried to look as much like a man as he felt.

In that moment, it was not very much.

"Here, you order," Edmund told the man, pulling out three or four coins and handing them over, praying they were enough.  "I'll have whatever you are."