Louis smiled as a waitress hurriedly came to them, ready to take their orders, "The three of us will have yer finest salted chicken!" Louis replied, as he cocked his head to smile at his two compatriots, before turning back to the waiter, "And yer strongest drinks you have!" He added, with a boisterous smile. Louis reached up to his head, and pulled off his hair, attempting to be somewhat civilized, "And where can we find a place to sit, fine missy?" He asked, trying now to be as polite as possible with his tone, and mannerisms. He almost forgot he was in public space, what with trying to keep up his persona.