"So is yours," Sam deflected, but the smile didn't falter from his face. "So let's find a place that has English-speaking wait-staff, and try to look as Canadian as possible. I hear they don't much care for American tourists, so..." He nudged her gently and kept an eye open for a menu posted outside that looked English on first glance. Once he finally saw one, he slowed to a stop in front of it. "I really hope they take credit cards. I don't exactly have a wallet full of Euro, you know? What do you like to eat?" He looked over the menu, really more in the mood for a salad and some soup, and nothing fancy. Luckily for him, it looked like a lunch cafe, and didn't go in for much in the way of fancy dinners. The scent of fresh bread wafted from the inside of the restaurant.
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