Well, at least Wolf did offer help regardless. He gave a soft nod of understanding, and spoke, “Not a problem.” He lifted his menu upward as one of the waitresses finally approached them. Asking them what they would like to have.

Wolf’s eyes lit up, the sudden reminder of that he’ll be getting food had already lightened up his mood, “Ah! I’ll have the big juicy red steak! Rare, very rare! And… Oh! A side order of those lovely mash potatoes you have and a tall glass of apple juice and…” Glancing over at Timon, he almost forgot about the meerkat, “Oh, what did do you want to get Timon?”