Joe dropped his backpack and reached for the napkin that had been placed in front of him. He dragged it over and off the table slowly, unfolded it and placed it in his lap. He bit his lip as he cracked open the menu, looking at the various food items. Obviously not satisfied with what was on that page of the menu, he flipped it over quickly, narrowing his eyes to make out what some of the descriptions of the food meant. If you wanted real, authentic food, sometimes you needed to learn to read stuff that didn't make total sense in English.<br/><br/>He seemed almost startled when Salem asked him the question. "O-Oh, yeah," Joe stammered, selecting what he wanted from the menu. "I do have a little bit of a headache, but it's subsiding, which means I don't have a concussion. Happy day," he said, and smiled. He waved the waitress over because he was ready to order, and if everyone else wasn't well that was too damn bad.<br/><br/>The waitress got out a pen and pad and said in a polite tone, "Hi, how can I help you? I was going to come over and ask you for drinks, but are you ready to order?"<br/><br/>Joe nodded quickly and told the waitress his order with a thank you and everything. He then realized that he hadn't even asked if anyone else was ready to order. "Oh, sorry guys. Maybe you should come back, Miss... Unless everyone's actually ready to order now?"