"Thankee captain," Rarden replied in a half-mocking attempt at Louis' assumed voice. His stomach dropped when the captain declared the meal would be on him, and his mind immediately put the pieces in place as to what the rest of their afternoon would look like. He resolved not to eat anything too heavy, just in case he had to run with it still sitting in his gut. Steeling himself for battle, Rarden followed his friends into the restaurant and stood behind them at the doorway while his eyes adjusted to the far darker interior. "Watch it with the harpoon, Fitch," He muttered, as the bobbing instrument nearly struck him on the way in. How did he even plan to find a seat with that thing? Was it okay to be carrying it around? Well, he supposed they did have a right to defend themselves and a harpoon wasn't exactly excessive in that regard. "We should, perhaps, wave down an attendant," he suggested from the rear, waiting for Louis' next move. Partly, he wanted someone else to make the group's first social blunder, but he mainly just wanted a cheap laugh at Louis' expense.