"Well that's reassuring..." Donnie mutters, but given what he can see of the text he can't really argue too much there. Is this what it is to go to fancy places? It's assumed you know what all you're ordering? "I should have done more research."

Their drinks are brought and set in front of them, the waiter giving a professional nod at the selection, looking expectantly at Leo because surely that isn't the only thing you want, is it?