[They just make a pleased little sound in answer to that. The appreciation was honest, this sort of thing WAS Bel's catnip. They're ushered to a booth in the far corner, lighting low, and the sheer amount of polished wood- Bel runs their fingers over the sealed table with a sort of bemused reverence. It really must be good to be on Earth. Damn.
The hostess waits for their drink orders, setting menus in front of both of them.]
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The hostess waits for their drink orders, setting menus in front of both of them.]
Just water, please.