George feigned shock, his mouth dropping open. "Now now, Ver. That's just plain mean," he said before dropping the act and laughing again. "Although knowing me, if people would get a kick out of it, I might go along with it. At least for a little while."
Shaking his head, George chuckled. "I'm sure it'll be fine," he said with confidence. Besides, as long as they got their money at the end of the evening, he was sure that the workers wouldn't care who he was or what he particularly did. "I'm sure following your example will work just fine. And besides, I've always wanted to see what one of these places was all about."
George nodded at her selection, looking over the champagne's that she pointed out. Reading the descriptions, he chose the one that was described as "fruity." It wasn't the most expensive choice, but it wasn't the cheapest either.
The layout of the table was impressive. George didn't quite understand the need for so many plates/silverware/glasses/etc, but if that's what rich people were into...then so be it.