Ow! [ He feigns being in pain, a hand reaching under the table to rub at his kicked shin. Just in time for the waitress to come to their table with a notable look of disappointment; the likelihood of these two being their worst table today went up by one point. ]

This guy needs the kid's menu, and stat! ... Oh, can I get grilled fish and a beer. [ A nod. ] And the cheapest one you got.