[quote=@Forsythe]
Speaking of which, the ogre approached their table. Apparently it... he... didn't know the written word. "That's the menu." she answered for the other whens he got a glimpse of the paper he was holding.
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"Hey." Drubbins replied to the man that had stomped up all angry like before returning to the puzzle of the paper.

Drubbins has to parse this for a moment. He looks at the menu, looks back at Margaret, then back to the menu. He mouths the word menu and squints his eyes a little bit, as though trying to come up with some response that wouldn't make him look like some sort of giant idiot. He hadn't actually ever been in someplace that had a menu. Usually food was just sort of laid out for him. If him and the boys were lucky the cook took request. He took another long look around the Blue Moon and marveled at how lucky he was to have stumbled upon an outfit that had something as fancy as menus. It was morning, right? It was breakfast time, and the realization of that send a rumble through his stomach deep enough to stir up water. He should really eat something, and he had a choice.

There had been one thing; he's teamed up with these giant blokes that were krumping trees for a while before the elves came and chased them off. They'd make something every morning that he'd really liked.

"It say," he started, placing one hand on his head in a effort to remember. "Ya know, wasitcalled, flapjacks on dere?"