Remy grinned. "Den I'll have t'be absolument sure t'get de very best dey have." He gave the menu a quick glance, then nodded. "Agneau it is."
The waitress walked in as Remy set the menu back down, placing a glass of water in front of each. "May I take your orders?" Her French accent was heavy - and not fake, like Remy had been afraid of. His face brightened. Time to impress.
Remy turned to face her, nodding. "*Snail and endive salad to start with. One each, we'll split them. And a white zinfandel for the table. We'll both have an order of the roasted lamb.*" His confidence dripped out into his voice as he spoke in French.
The waitress couldn't hold back a snicker at his heavy Cajun accent, shaking her head. She replied in condescending English. "IDs, sir?"
Remy snorted, reaching into his wallet. He couldn't be charming and defend his accent, not if he didn't want spit in their food. He just smiled steadily and flipped out an ID - one that promised he was twenty-five.
She shook her head. "And the lady?"
Before Rogue could reply, Remy held up his hand. "Forgot it at home, bella. We juss sharin' a wine. Ya can trust dat I wouldn't go cradle-robbin', non? I be so grateful - and gratuitous - if ya don't make a big deal, eh?"
The waitress paused, then shrugged, jotting down on her pad. "Your escargot and salade will be out shortly."