Kelly plucked a pad of paper and a pen from her apron's pockets, writing down Joaquin's order when it was given. She slid the menu passed back to her into its place for now. Loris' inquiries were answered pretty quickly. "Mhm, everything's either bought from local farmers or imported from reliable sources. No weird chemicals here," She answered. Her father took pride in his restaurant's quality, even if it meant going way past what would be expected from a small-town eatery's standards.<br/><br/>The second question wasn't quite as easy to answer, since most of her time was spent outside the kitchen. "Let's see...We've got some tofu, and I<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>we might have a carton of egg-less...egg, left. Which would you prefer?" She had some knowledge of veganism, and had actually attempted it. Her prior tries all ended in awful stomachaches and staring longingly at cheeseburgers. At least she tried.<br/><br/>She was prepared to write down whichever choice Loris made. Either one would work well enough, though the taste would probably vary. Kelly personally couldn't stand fake egg liquid. Tofu all the way. But, the customer was usually right, so in the end it was his decision. But for real fuck cartoned not-eggs.<br/><br/>Cole, meanwhile, had started performing a sick drum solo on the table with his hands. He wasn't impatient, but boredom came swift and hard. He glanced over his shoulder at the others, and decided they'd be perfect for his plans. One of them seemed like an avid lover of nature, based purely on speculation over his desires to avoid eating even a harmless by-product of a bird. The other didn't seem thrilled by this, but whatever. He could just hold the cameras or something. And the third was a pretty girl who would make for a good lead role, because at least a few people would watch if there was a good-looking person front and center. It was a perfect plan. Completely infallible. There was no possible way he was wrong. At all.