Mr. L leans forward, elbow on the polished wooden table. He’s in high spirits; the decor isn’t quite his cup of tea, but the general atmosphere is warm and welcoming and he’s enjoying himself already.

It helps that he’s sharing the experience with good company.

“Get whatever you want. We’ll be coming into plenty of money soon!” The menu’s full of some rather strange and unique dishes, but they all seem pretty good. ...better than the snack foods and frozen meals that Mr. L’s been living off of until now, at least. Belatedly, he wonders what Clover’s used to eating-- he seemed to like that soda, but it might just be the spell of the island allowing them to all metabolize the same sort of food. What’s a nice meal like back in the City?

They’ve gotten to know much about each other in a short amount of time, but there’s still a lot about Clover and his world and his life that Mr. L has yet to learn.