Pauline
*Ah! Social anxiety, something that Sirdan have gleefully got over and converted into utter promiscuity. Well, that is what he like to think - but in truth his way with women are more than awkward, and he always end up diverting topic to things he is comfortable about - like fighting or eating, like the brute he is.* 

"Doesn't have a name... Is it one of those restaurant special?" *He asked, looking at Orphiel fiddling curiously,*"Ah... The dish with various name. Then, can I order the pepper chicken stir-fry?" *He turned over to the menu,*"And we - I assume you work here? Then... Well, why don't you recommend me to the nicest dish! I'll pay you a tip if they tastes great!"
James
*Orphiel nodded once, a quick gesture to confirm the elf's query of her occupation in the eatery. Her eyes lit up as the elf wondered about ordering it.* "O-oh, you want my rec-recommendation?" *Orphiel racked her brain. Well, her favourite had always been the chickpea lentil soup... But the customer favourite was the pork pho... What should she say? Both, Orphiel decided. It would be nice to give the man a choice, right?* "W-well the customer favourite is the pork pho... But my personal f-favourite is the chickpea lentil soup." *Orphiel recoiled slightly after she had said that, as if to protect her fragile spirit from the elf's response.*
Pauline
*Sirdan nodded eagerly. He was being very very indecisive about the menu - and having the girl in front of him choose would help quite a lot,*"Yes yes, I'd love to have your recommendation." *He held his hands together, looking into Orphiel's eyes in anticipation, as an awkward silence came over them,*"Ah... You see, I am not a very decisive man, but I am also very hungry..." *He said,*"So I'll have both - what about the main dishes - pepper chicken stir-fry and... Let's see. Is this any good? Hand-torn chicken in ginger and garlic sauce?"
James
*Orphiel was slightly shocked. She had only had a few customers who ordered more than two dishes. The dishes in of themselves were quite filling. Orphiel wanted to warn the man, but what if he could handle it? She would like a bad server, and lose business. That was not something she wanted. So the tiny demon kept her lips shut. Until he asked for her opinion again.* "Oh, w-well, yes, it is... It is a v-very good dish. I l-like it quite a lot. And as for the p-pepper chicken stir-fry, it's not r-really on the menu. H-however I would be happy to make it f-for you."