The waitress who was dressed in a traditional Germanic clothes began to wonder table to table taking orders, "What would like sir, we have German potatoes, Chicken with rice, roast stag with vegetables, chef salad, soup is vegetable and chicken noodle, and special is veal parmeason with spaghetti. Drinks are mead, ale, tea, homemade root beer, lemon aid, and cold or hot apple cider?"<br/><br/>_________________________________<br/><br/>Lidia relaxed some and sat down by Garth. She kept an eye on, Brant, just to make sure he would not clap her in irons and cart her away.  The waitress appeared and Lidia heard the order. She watched the Lore Mistress put a stick in a nice wooden case.<br/><br/>She waited for Garth to order; he seemed to safe to talk to. Lidia whispered, "Ya t'ink we gets a switch in a case? Tain't seen one stop fly'n t'ings before. "'ave ya? Mum makes me get me own w'en am bad. Me gets em thick an heavy. Ya gets less licks. S'ore hurts t'oug. W'ere ya come from?"<br/><br/>Lidia watched as the bar-maiden brought Brant a mug of with a frothy foam on top. To the waitress she ordered cold cider, German potatoes, and chicken with rice. She never had food with another country's name with it. "Me likes taters."