As they entered, eyes adjusting to the subdued lighting, Alan saw the Maitre'D, a large anthro bear. He felt Lauren's hand gripping his arm tightly, clearly nervous. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Sir, we're Mr. & Mrs. Philmore. We were sold to your establishment by Mrs. De'ath, my wife's mother." He hesitated for a moment before saying "We should be good eating. We've both looked after ourselves, our meat is tender. I'm 25 and my wife is 23." It seemed strange to be saying such things, but it somehow seemed the thing to do. They both put on a faint smile for the bear, though he could feel Lauren was quaking, possibly because she was being leered at by the goat.