Taylor's expression stays bland as Junior orders, not really trusting himself to say anything.  Once the server leaves, he bangs his head on the table with an audible thump.<br/><br/>"Did we just get a cryptic arcane message?" Taylor asked quietly.  "Here of all places?  You know that if word gets out, business is going to jump through the roof with even more goths and late night psychic wannabes.  I don't know if I can take that: I don't even like this place and I'm offended by this idea."<br/><br/>Sighing, Taylor looks around to make sure no one is paying attention to them, "So what are we going to do?  Besides drink our beers and eat our wings.  Are we going to tell someone or are we just going to figure things out on our own?"