"They are indeed," said Arch, smiling Elric's partiuclar sense of humor. He didn't have to open his own menu to know what he wanted, and ordering for Mikoto seemed, premature. He had little doubt that Elric knew what Bry wanted, but he wasn't going to rule out Mikoto's ability to surprise him, after all, there was no real rush to the evening.<br/><br/>"I'll have the tenderloin, medium-rare," he said, handing his menu to the waiter, but leaving Mikoto's for when she returned. He watched Elric light his cigarette, with mild interest. He'd never been a smoker himself, something he supposed would make him side with Bry on that particular issue. It wasn't a problem, really, at least when it came to simply being around someone, but he'd had the misfortune of being intimate with a few people who smoked, when he was younger, not a taste he'd like to have in his mouth, without becoming a smoker himself.<br/><br/>He shook his head at the offer, with a small laugh.<br/><br/>"Not my particular habit," he said. He looked toward the restrooms, and then back toward Elric. "Though, I'd wager you have a moment or two."<br/><br/>His own list of habits was short, but one that stuck out was in his very last comment. Wagering. He liked to bet, not gamble, but bet. He liked to predict, and find out the result, and he was usually right. He liked it enough that he did it almost all the time, mostly in his head, but he did it anyway. Still that was all very analytical. He liked unpredictability as well, at least when it was convenient, and fun. It was a habit that had served him well as a businessman.