"Not at all. I only got here a few minutes ago," Wanda said with a smile. That was a lie. She had actually been there for at least thirty minutes chatting with the head of the restaurant. She had been making arrangements for them to be placed in an area away from the other guests so they could talk privately without worries of being overheard. Not that they had anything to worry about; this particular restaurant was a common place for those with magical abilities (actual or otherwise) to meet up.
"I hope you're hungry. The portions here are quite generous." She motioned for him to follow her into the restaurant where they were met with a tall woman that appeared to be in her late 60s. "A table for two if you would, Angela," Wanda requested. The lady nodded, picked up a couple menus and showed them to their seats near the back of the room. There were only a few customers scattered about the dining area that seemed to pay only a mild bit of attention to the newcomers.
Angela placed the menus down onto the table. "What can I get you to drink? We have water, soda, full bar, the works."