Pauline
"Hmm... Are you sure about that?" *He teased, noticing the demon's anxiety,*"Sure! I'd love to try it - but that'd disrupt your meal, would it? I wouldn't want to disrupt your break time." *He asked, raising his hand to ask for a waiter.*
James
*Orphiel nodded.* "O-oh, great, I'll g-go make it for you." *Orphiel stood up, reaching her full height of 1.35 metres, and started shuffling towards the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks and turned back to the elf, not wondering if she should do make the meal or sit back down.* "Oh, it's really n-no trouble, I m-mean it." *Orphiel sped off, then came back in around 10 minutes with another plate of pepper-chicken stir fry, as well as the other two dishes he had ordered. She was struggling to hold all 3 dishes, and was teetering comically around the room towards the elf. She sighed as she plopped the dishes on the table.* "Y-your order, s-sir."
Pauline
*She was short, but not that short. At least that is what Sirdan thought. When Orphiel turned around and shuffled to the kitchen, the man leaned forward, looking at the chair to see how tall the chair was - the two was able to carry a conversation, so the chair must be taller than he thought.* 

*Then she turned back to him. With his battle-honed reaction speed, he turned around to the menu and pretended to keep menu scrolling, until Orphiel was no longer looking at him,*"Oh! Of course! Thank you!" *He said somewhat sincerely.* 

*The elf put down the menu he was pretend-reading, and stood up, offering to help her carry one of the dishes back to the table. If he did, he'd put them down steadily and then sat down,*"That was quick." *He said, surveying the mini feast he ordered on his own.*

*Color, Smell and Tastes. The holy trinity of cooking as a local cook related to him. The food were abundant in the first two. The elf leaned forth and sniffed at the dish in turn - The chicken pepper stir fry was the most fragrant - with the slightly stingy, spicy aroma of bell pepper reaching his nose - complementing the aroma of fried chicken - all of which were cut into bite-sized bits, with some fat on the surface. On the plate there was a small pool of rendered chicken fat, and the bell pepper's surface looked a bit oily - and shiny. The pepper almost seemed unnaturally bright. Must've been fresh.*

*Mm! A good pass.*

*He then turned toward the other two dishes he ordered. Pork pho - suitable for a main dish, with vermicelli, refreshing lemon, spring onion and thin sliced cut pork in it. The aroma was weak - but the dish was colorful - just like what he expected out of [Vietnamese] cuisine. The chickpea lentil soup was a much more simple affair - a yellow, mostly indistinctive mess, with plenty of yellow and black beans flowing inside, and a mixes of spices he cannot tell. This is a dish that can only be judged by his tongue.*

*He took a big soup spoon and scooped the lentil, putting it into his mouth and tasting it,*"Mm. Savory."

*The dishes looked big enough for both of them to eat - even after accounting for Sirdan's massive appetite.*