Stanley
The telltale blush staining his cheeks evoked a faint smile from Thalia. It was an endearing reaction to what she could only *Assume* Was his impression of her physique, given that she'd yet to put any real effort into seducing him. She could only imagine how he'd respond when she actually made a pass at him; the image brought her a great deal of amusement. 

"I see, I see," The maid mused in turn, her lips pursed thoughtfully. Thalia had a tendency to run her mouth, whether prompted or not — she was debating whether to divulge a detail or two about her upbringing, when Levon's compliment caught her off-guard. A similar flush rose to her cheeks, coupled with a sheepish giggle. "-Oh, gosh, that's sweet of you, sir. But no: I'm a total country bumpkin, so service jobs are the only ones I've ever known. But I enjoy it! I get to meet all kinds of interesting people, like yourself~"

Upon fielding his second question, Thalia scooted a bit closer to the table; out of sight, her foot brushed against his calf, making no move to pull away. "Hmmm... *Well*, depends on how much of a sweet tooth you have! I really like the tiramisu, but if you want something lighter, the fruit tart is also pretty good! And before you ask: *Yes*, I ***Am*** On the menu." The maid giggled once more, clearly amused by her own antics.
Donna
"Country **Bumpkin?** That's adorable! Haha-" *Levon laughed, out of a bit of surprise. She certainly didn't seem very country to him, but that was likely because he hardly knew her.* "Oh, you also find it fun to meet interesting people? That's lovely! I enjoy that kind of thing just as much, and I'd also have to say you fall unquestionably under *Interesting.*" 

Finishing the beer he had, eased up his tensions. But- she still perplexed him and pushed another blush to his face as she ran her foot along his leg. Her hints were quite clear. Levon adored a sense of honesty rather than beating around the bush. As he watched her lips move- she effortlessly mentioned that she was a dessert available for purchase. This aroused a deeper blush in him, however none of it was embarrassment or nervousness, but rather an excited expression.* "You, mmh... Miss waitress. I would like nothing else but to order you as my dessert... However. I'd like to win you over without purchase first. I'm not so indecent as to just buy a young lady up despite not knowing her name~" *I smiled at with that blushy expression* "As far as food goes, I'll take both sweets, if you'll eat with me that is? And, seeing as I finished my drink. I'd like.. Hmm~ an old fashioned. The whiskey doesn't matter."
Stanley
The same flush clung faithfully to her cheeks as the man verbalized his admiration. He was right: she seemed *Quite* The urbanite (minus the wealth or the accompanying uppity attitude), so her background was a surprise to most. The assumption didn't bother her, of course — if anything, city life suited her much better once she'd reached adulthood. Nonetheless, it was funny to circumvent people's assumptions.

Another giggle escaped her daintily pursed lips; Thalia __liked__ that he was so quick to succumb to her advances. "Oh! Thalia," She chirped in turn, upon being prompted for her name. "What's yours? Unless you want me to just keep calling you *Sir*~" Yet another laugh, sunny in its disposition — she had *Quite* The font of energy, it seemed. Hers was a delicately struck balance: constantly toeing the line between playful and explicit, luring him in with her rendition of a siren's call. "-Now that you know my name, I'm fair game, no?"

*Back to business*. The maid bobbed her head in response to his request, patting absentmindedly at her pockets. "An old-fashioned, tiramisu, fruit tart. Coming right up! And of course I'll join you — I wouldn't have it *Anyyy* Other way."