Damien laughed. "Hmm.. to each their own, I suppose." He raised his empty mug in return. "Cheers." He had to admit, he and Dietrich certainly did agree on some things. They had a few beliefs and traits in common. And they both viewed people as nothing more than puppets, as tools, things to serve an end. As pawns.
So, the food came, the exquisite scent of a meal cooked well. Roasted duck. His wine came as well, as did the water for his new friend. As he sat here, eating.. he gasped before eating more, as he tasted the food. "Ohhh... oh man! Damn good. Dietrich, you were so right. It does have better flavor."
And so they ate, and Damien clearly enjoyed the duck. Once finished, he downed the rest of his glass. "I have to say, this is the best dinner I've tasted in awhile. And I've had some good ones."
When the waitress came back to ask how they were doing, Damien remembered what they said about dessert. "I'll have a banana split, with vanilla ice cream, hot fudge. Sprinkles. Add whipped cream in it, so it sinks into the ingredients. And.. hmm. A side dish of some cherries, grapes, and maybe.. ohh, an apple or two. That should do it for me tonight." The woman turned to the other man, to hear what sort of fruit choices he'd want to order.