Upstairs, mainly because it hasn't occurred to him that the cafe is a place that they could eat. Sagramore does detour to one of the bars for ice and more of the ginger beer they'd tried with the cointreau.

When they get back to the room, he clears some space off on the table for them -- now that their assignation with Claudius is over, they promptly have made a clutter of it again -- and sets his tray down. It seems like a special occasion, or at least an occasion where Laertes, having survived his migraine, deserves to be spoiled some, and he pokes his head into the closet where he's been keeping the drinks he wants to share with him (behind the many flouncy skirts that are still there from the last time they were generated. He comes back with a bottle of rhubarb and ginger gin.