"Excellent!" Dimitri looks around for the server who had left them and, through no doubt much experience, is already on the way to happily take their order for a drink. Dimitri simply gets a soda, and then mozarella sticks as an appetizer. You know. Just in case.

He looks over to Shrike next, head tilted to the side. "Have you thought of what you want to eat, along with your drink, or shall we go over the menu a bit more?"