When Loki had inspected the restaurant himself, a few days prior, he had felt the presence of magic about, but did not enter; he was concerned that he might be detected, even while invisible. He did not want to chance having somebody on staff being able to finger him to Wanda, especially when he was trying to entangle her in his web of lies. Interesting. There would seem to be much more magic remaining in Midgard than what met the eye. This was good information to know.
'Tom' chuckled at Wanda's comment about the portions. "You Americans and your generous portions," he teased. "But yes, I am hungry. Famished, in fact. I've been busy all day and haven't eaten since a bite at noon."
Inside, Loki was curious about the woman who directed them to their table, but didn't say anything at first. He took the menu and glanced over it before telling the woman, "Do you have imported beer? A nice German stout will do, thank you."
He waited for the lady to take Wanda's order and leave before commenting in hushed tones, "Wanda... I could sense something different... with her. Am I wrong, or just going a bit mad?"