Greg seemed to think about that for a second. "Don't worry, I've got you covered," And just as the waitress walked over and gave Jack a Look, Greg held up his hand and shook his head a little.
"Don't ask, it's all the rage in London. I tried to tell him it was too soon, but he insisted," She made a face of recognition, poured their water, and left.
"See, simple as that. Calling me on it would be admitting fashion ignorance." You pick up a thing or two, working with queens.