The waiter who'd bought them the plate (well - the board) went visibly blank, paid far too much to reveal his reactions to the customers, but he was definitely taking this tidbit back to the kitchens - already a few of the servers were trying to work out the dynamic here. Apollo ignored him completely, entertained by everything Cin said. "You're a vision of skepticism," he said, and picked up the chestnut to throw into his mouth. It crunched slightly on the outside, the inside as creamy as anything. "Mmm, squishy damn acorn," he said, leaning back in his chair.