The waitress stood there waiting for them to order and the young man continued to grin as he flirted with her while the others conversed. Once they were done, he snapped his fingers. "Ah, good. We want tacos. A lot of them. And can I have some of that cheesecake? Do you by any chance have a dollar menu?"
"No, we don't have a dollar menu," the woman sighed. Why was she getting the weird one tonight?
"Blue milk for me." He said and gestured at 'his' companions. "My friends would like the best ale or wine you have available." He lowered his voice in a stage whisper. "He's royalty, you know. Very important. Get him some of those chocolate truffles you serve at Christmas. He'll like those."
He had no idea if Dongalor would or not. The man's antics were more than a little odd, but he simply was what he was. "And I'd like to have a bowl of wax fruit for the table. Too make it pretty."