<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Entering the restaurant had the fine hairs on the back of Siv's neck raising, his paranoia and nervousness creeping up on him in the public setting. Ignoring it a best he can, he allows Val to herd him where he wants him to go. Thankfully, they settle into a booth out of view of the other patrons.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">When waitress arrives, he takes a moment to look over the menu. Something simple would probably be best for his stomach, at this moment in time. <br/>
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"Just fries, please." He says politely, folding him hands on his lap.<br/>
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"Bit of a regular here, are you?" Siv teases lightly, once the beta is gone with their orders.</span></span></span>