It took Peter a moment to realize that he was being hailed, and then it took him a moment longer to read the fine writing, as he had his glasses in the chapel. Once read, however, Peter's lips stretched into a smile as he set his tray down at her table and gratefully slid into a seat across from her.
"Thank you, young lady," he said graciously. He frowned a little then as he pointed to the paper. "Do I need to be writing this down?"
Whether she was deaf, a mute, or some combination of both was unclear just yet...