"You know, for someone that knows my deepest darkest secret, you sure don't know jack about me, eh?" Leon grinned, his face souring immediately after, "And just how old do you think I am?" The famaliar voice of his only other friend rang out, grabbing Leon's attention. He immediately felt a pang of guilt for not inviting his new friend along, it wasn't that he didn't want him to come along. It was just that he forgot. Being observant and noticing the little things was Leon's forte. Social interaction, well, not so much. "Tollnak!" Leon cheered, raising a single finger in the air, "Et annet for at roboten!" The waiter nodded and snatched the note he gave the cook earlier, marking the order number from two to three. The waiter returned with the drinks, putting a water and a beer before each of the three. "Thank you!" Leon said, taking a long sip of the lager which reminded him of the honey comb he ate as a child. Lagers brewed with honey. This hole in the wall had already stolen his heart and came back for seconds. "I don't know if I should let you two be underage drinkers, you know..." Leon said, raising an eyebrow at Aeria, "Seeing as I'm an old man and all." 

"I grabbed the first room I saw," he answered Tollnak's question, the waiter setting a basket down before the three that had a fillet of trout and a small rack of lamb. The waiter looked toward Leon, asking "Noe mer?" Leon waved his hand saying back "Nichto drugoye," his eyes widening for a moment. The waiter gave him a confused look as Leon did mental acrobats to remember the proper words. "Ah, uh... Ingenting mer!" He suddenly answered with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. "I jumbled my languages," he laughed softly, rubbing the back of his head, "Wish I could blame it on the beer." Leon took a bite of his lamb, chewing it slowly, enjoying the flavor to its fullest extent. He was hoping someone else would start up a conversation as he sat there chewing in silence, not really sure he wanted to explain how much of a culture bomb he was.