He still found that odd. Making orders and having things appear without anyone being there. Not as odd as he would have before he came to Ridgeway and met Petersen, but odd enough.
He was standing closer to them than she was, so he picked them both up and moved over with her to the table she'd gone to by the window. It was the kind with long seats either side. He thought she'd called it a booth at one point. Not that he really cared about the name.