Strange plucked at his outlandish red cloak. "Hm, perhaps a long coat?" He mused. "Some tailoring shouldn't affect the enchantments..." Tucking that thought away he gave a quick glance over the menu. "Superman gets a bit more press than I'd like I think. The things I deal with are best left out of the public eye. Too many people are not ready for what lies beyond the looking glass."
He looked up thoughtfully. "I haven't had the chance to meet that individual. A few days ago I met a nice young woman by the name of Wanda, and a sweet old lady named Mrs. Finch, though I suspect she was far more than she made herself appear. You can't be too careful in this line of work. In any event, once I've gotten to know a few more people I'd like to get everyone over at once to meet."