With careful precision, Billy set the water glass that he had just picked up back down on the table. He looked at all three of the others for a moment, brown eyes colored with confusion as to how to actually respond to this new information.
"I'll have a plate of fries, please," he offered to the waitress in a distantly calm voice as he stood up from the table.
"I'm going to go use the restroom. I'll be right back..."
And with that, he headed back toward the back of the restaurant, hoping the time away would give him a moment to process this new info.