Emma
Noticing the massive steppe elf walk up to him and ask for his order, Kohm temporarily put down his books. 

"Give me a moment." Kohm requested, before tapping his table with metallic fingers in deliberation.

While he had originally no intention of buying food, the stew here did smell pretty good... Ah, to hell with it.

His face turned to Sirdan.
"I'll take the stew and the bread."
Sam
Sirdan's eyes drifted to Kohm's metallic fingers, and then back to his face.

"Your order's coming right up sir - that'll be four copper - no drink? Do you want anything special - like first-grade bread, that'll be six copper total instead."

The elf closed his eyes briefly, inquiring about how much stew is left in the pot from one of his summon.
Emma
As Sirdan did that, Kohm noted that Sirdan was no ordinary fellow. His body and aura were obvious tells.

"Just some water. And no thanks, that'll be all."
A simple meal was enough.
Sam
"Will do." Sirdan left, taking the order from another table. A minute later, a servant came over to the table, with a massive bowl in hand, around 800 grams of thick, stocky stew. It was cooked with a savoury broth of onion and garlic - all of them browned and caramelized for favour, plus a hint of spicy, imported chili pepper. The stew were thickened with flour, and there were plenty of vegetables around - chiefly green onion and parsley. Potatoes were added to the stew for nutrients. For the final ingredient - the stew were packed full of chicken meat - skin on, along with rabbit meat. 

Another servant came over with his bread - a big, simple round bun made with rough flour, and a small slice of salted lard - plus utensils. Then came his mug of water. 

Wait, Sirdan didn't relay those orders, did he?