Marcus dropped to one knee to retrieve the menus. It took him several tries to pick them up. “I’m sorry! I, uh, I don’t understand the question.”
“Everybody here is a monster, right? Was tryin’ to guess which one you are. Like, what flavor. Bigfoot in disguise, Nessie’s cousin. That’s all.”
“Uh… I’m a werewolf?” Marcus said it as if he wasn’t sure, and he stared helplessly at Sariel as he stood, hugging the menus tight.
“It is all right, Marcus.” Sariel offered a small smile. “Seymour is merely curious, that’s all.”
“Right, okay.” Marcus gave an awkward thumbs-up. “I hope that, that answers his curiosity. Question. His question. Whatever he was curious about.”
Sariel held out his hand. “You can give us the menus now.”
“Yes! Right. Here you go.” Marcus grinned sheepishly. “Uh, can I start you gentlemen off with something to drink?”
“Water for me, please.”
“Whiskey. Double.” Seymour smiled at Day. “And a pitcher of milk.”
Marcus sniffed the air curiously, maybe trying to detect Day since he couldn’t see her and saw nothing but an empty chair. “I will have that out for you right away!”
“Much appreciated.”
Day tugged on Seymour’s sleeve. “Can we order now?”
“Oh, uh, like an appetizer or somethin’? You hungry?”
“Very.” Day pouted, her eyes wide and pleading. She pawed at Seymour’s arm and meowed pitifully.
She looked just like that damn cat from the ogre movie.
“Okay, okay. Let’s see what they got here.” Seymour flipped through the menu and grimaced as he read over the selection. “What the fuck is this? Fig spread on a cross-rust-ini?”
He and Day made the same retching sound in unison.
“The bacon-wrapped scallops are said to be very enjoyable,” Sariel suggested. “I imagine Day would enjoy meat based items best.”
“Yes! Those, please!” Day purred immediately.
“How many come on a plate?” Seymour asked Marcus.
“Uh…” Marcus peered over at Seymour’s open menu. “Five, sir.”
“Okay, so let’s do, like, ten of those?”
“Ten?”
“Ten!” Day cheered.
“Yes, ten, please. I know you can’t see her, but just trust me when I say we got ourselves the cutest lil’ cat girl monster right here and you do not want her to go hungry.”
Day meowed and headbutted Seymour’s shoulder, rubbing happily. “Thank you!”
Seymour chuckled and gave Day’s ear a scratch. “Don’t you worry, lil’ girl. I got you.”
“Anything else, sir?” Marcus stared again at Day’s chair. “And uh, ma’am?”
“I believe that is all for now,” Sariel said. “Thank you, Marcus.”
“All right! I will have those out for you in just a few minutes!” Marcus paused. “Well, there are ten, so maybe more than a few minutes. But very soon, I promise!”
