With a slow nod, Salem went back to reading the menu. He picked out some sort of stir-fried shrimp concoction, along with some green tea. Couldn't go wrong with seafood and leaf juice. When the waitress came over, he relayed his order in a polite way. Food industry workers always got the shittest deals, so he went out of his way to be nice to them.<br/><br/>Mary, however, had not managed to figure out a name for one of the pictures that littered the menu. She narrowed her eyes, and turned the menu towards the waitress to point out what it was she wanted. "I'll take this, please," He muttered, slightly embarrassed at needing to do such a thing. It reminded her of childhood visits to restaurants, and not in a positive way. She hated pointing things out like that.<br/><br/>Everything went smoothly, though, and the orders were set.