"Yeah, right," Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes. Ruby? Contain herself? That was like asking a child to stay in bed on Christmas Eve. Except with Ruby it was a constant. Children only behaved that way once a year. "We'll see, Angie."
Ruby appeared to be fairly pleased with the water. Relieved at the possibility of her managing to contain herself for at least a few minutes, Sam turned his attention to their chef. Hibachi chef? He didn't know what to call him. The man was Japanese and he was wearing a chef's outfit. The Japanese chef. The man greeted them both and pulled a cart of cooking supplies out in front of their table. After verifying their order, he yanked out his cooking tools and started to toy around with them on the grill. Sam leaned back in his chair, watching with only half his attention on the cook and, surprisingly, a bit more on Ruby.
"This is actually what we're paying for," he joked. The Japanese chef seemed to wholeheartedly agree. He began slicing up vegetables quickly and tossed them down onto the grill.