Kaz stood there wringing out his shirt-tail for a moment as the waitress took the salad to get boxed up. Dammit... I just bought this too. He got enough to stop dripping all the way to his room, and had just begun to tackle to spot on his pants when the waitress returned. "It's-it's okay, really. Just, uh, bill it to my room, why don't ya. VIP Suite 2, it'll be under Kazarian. Steve Kazarian." He picked up the box and sighed. Poor kid. Probably just started waitressing, and here she is panicking they'll kick her off at the port of call probably.