"Well from the sounds of it our friend here wants some of your hot-wings," Jay answered, running his eyes up and down the menu board, seeing what was there and if it was any different to the one he'd seen walking in. There was a seafood basket but he decided against it, having been spoilt dreadfully by the fresh seafood he'd eaten at Westport and the meals he'd had at the Fairmont. Most places did seafood baskets from frozen products, which he didn't really feel like at that time.
"So make that two lots of those, with the trimmings, and some wedges with sour cream and sweet chili sauce," he decided. "That suit you?" Jay asked Kyle.