Patroclus wrote it down, as well as Clio's order of Jambalaya. "Ah, adventurous, I like it," Clio said, even though she supposed a Merry Man would likely have 'adventure' in their blood.
When Patroclus wandered away, Clio slid from her booth and joined Stutely in his, moving to lean against him. She wanted closeness, especially now with Lucifer sniffing about. "You feel nice," she said quietly.