Xanadu's nose was pleasantly assaulted by the smell of pancakes, baked muffins, syrup, bacon, eggs, coffee... The list went on. She didn't realize how hungry she was.
The greeter sat both patrons, Der Waffle House had lost business since the incident with the semi-truck. But due to the nature of The City it had never really gone away either. Fully restored it was ready to serve delicious delights once more.
Menus were placed in front of Lorne and Xanadu though she was unable to read hers. It mattered little. Xanadu knew what she wanted as soon as she stepped through the door.