"A meal shared with friends is always better shared under a beautiful sky, after all," Godot reasoned, and since he was closest he chose a table just beneath an awning stretching off the side of the restaurant-- how strange to have an awning when the skies were covered with domes. It might have just been for charm.

And charming it was, the little tables covered in Tuscan-style fabric with delicate silverware neatly tucked into cloth napkins of some color he couldn't determine. He pulled out a chair for Mia and if Laharl knew what was good for him, he thought, he'd be watching and doing the same for Flonne. It was Godot's duty as a man to teach a younger fellow how to properly function as a gentleman in the presence of a lady. "Three more pots of that beautiful coffee, I think," he announced, handing out the menus stacked on the table like he was a card dealer in Vegas. "Now let's see what we're in for before we settle in for the small..."

The menu was blank. To him, at least. He managed to hold back a very ungentlemanly swear word. "... talk," he concluded, and knocked back the rest of his coffee.