"Oh, they make adult-sized bibs for barbeque and for seafood places. No idea if this place has bibs, though." Claudia answered back with an innocent smile, though how genuinely innocent she was could have been debated or argued. Then again, such was the way of Claudia at times.
"Let's just order now then." Claudia grinned as a waiter came over in jeans and a black pig themed t-shirt with a gaudy looking name tag pinned onto it. In a way, she was introducing H.G. to some American culture. Even if it was on another planet, it seemed far too perfect. That wasn't to mention the distraction it offered.
She ordered a soda and the pork sliders, then turned to H.G. to see if the author would follow through with what she had said.