Tanis had been so deeply focused on the task of folding napkins around cutlery that she found herself shook back to reality when a very familiar voice suddenly sounded a little closer to her than what she had expected. She abandoned the task at hand and looked up, wisps of hairs that had gotten loose from her high bun framing her face, only to be faced with Avi and Sinead.<br/>A soft smile its way to her face, feeling relieved that she didn’t have to put on her perfect customer service persona for this particular expedition.<br/>“Sorry,” she said, as she reached for two menus and placed them on the bar in front of them. “But we don’t serve upper middle class people here. This is solely a place for the rabble so I’m afraid that you will have to go elsewhere to eat.”