Luka enters the ICOC with a certain air of authority, striding (mostly) confidently toward the Wizard's family-sized table. The hostess, having recognized him, guiding him there without a word.
He's requested the closest available seat to the Wizard, and sits.
"Good morning, Wizard." He says, simultaneously signaling for a mimosa from the waiter. Do they serve mimosas here? They do now. "Quite the morning, and it's not even 8 am. Nice of you to get us breakfast, though I question your choice of venue."
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He's requested the closest available seat to the Wizard, and sits.
"Good morning, Wizard." He says, simultaneously signaling for a mimosa from the waiter. Do they serve mimosas here? They do now. "Quite the morning, and it's not even 8 am. Nice of you to get us breakfast, though I question your choice of venue."