[ He blinks at the similarities of their train of thought, and nods tersely, lifting up his own menu to summon a waiter. One arrives, a little cautiously, and he handed the menu over to them. ]

We'll take... uh, two bottles of wine. Red? Keep the bread coming, just don't even let the basket get empty. We're allowed to take some home, right? I want pierogies. Pickles on the side. More of that to take away, too. And, uh....

[ He looked at the girl, shrugging. ]

... you know what you want, yet?