He'd be all too happy to oblige, Shiki, no worries. And once you're done, he'll follow suit and stroll on in.

"You lost your groceries, so it's on me," he volunteers, perusing the menu for anything vegetarian. Salad. Salad. God, he's sick of salad. He has salad every day and this is the first time he's ever been sick of it. Why's he a vegetarian again?

In the spirit of disrupting her evening, he decides right then and there to order meat. After she's ordered, of course - which he indicates she should do with a sweep of his arm. Ladies first.

Even ones with rumpled noses.