The decision involved in finding a place to eat usually ended up being either 'is it open', and 'do they serve booze'. That, or whatever was closest. This one happened to be that, and Set didn't feel like finding anything different.
He'd found a seat and picked at the tablecloth before the feeling of other immortal came on his radar. Curious he raised his eyes and grinned at the woman. "Hey darlin'. Who are you, and if you're the owner, is there booze here?"