With a low chuckle, he pulled his phone from his pocket and looked up the number to Sylvia's. It was a small restaurant not too far out with the best southern food in the city. "Hope you don't mind getting messy," he smirked, lifting the phone to his ear, and ordering everything he knew off the top of his head. After the call was done, Daimon sidled up to her, told her it would be a little bit before their food got here.