Re: 7:15 p.m., at a booth - max
Max’s eyes lit up with the promise of food and she glanced over at the table. “You know what, I’ll come with you. I think I want one of those potato pie looking things,” she said, sliding out of the booth and draining the rest of her glass of beer. “Garçon!” she called to a nearby waiter, “another of these fine stout beers, please,” she grinned, following Isobel towards the table of food.