[He is sooooo not equipped to translate the subtleties of American-valley-girl-English. Thankfully, news of Kitten's arrival has reached the waitstaff and a server scurries up to their table. Hiro decides to take a dialogue cue and hope for the best.] Two plate oystas, purease.
[And what will the gentleman have to drink?] Aaaahh... [About to say "beer," but remembers that he's trying to show a bit of class here.] Suntory whiskey! On the ritz!