Andy went to the counter to order two menu's.
"You're buying a meal for him?" the man behind the counter asked.
"Yes. Why?"
"He was here, earlier. Didn't know what I meant when I said he could get whatever if wanted as long as he paid for it." As he put the burgers wrapped in paper and fries in a cardboard box on the plastic platter, he went on about a drunk guy the other day who asked for taco's and couldn't understand they didn't sell them here, but that he had to be at the taco place further down the street. Andy nodded and agreed and paid for the meal when it was ready. The comment about Alastor was far more interesting than the random drunk guy story, he had plenty of encounters with those and probably had stories that were more amusing than this anecdote. 

With the platter in his hands, Andy went to the table Alastor had chosen. "Despite what they advertise," he said as he put the platter down, "their Royal Deluxe is not a burger fit for a king." He took a seat and pointed to the burgers. "This on the other hand... their Barbeque Burger is the best they have to offer. Not really made on a barbeque of course," he added with a laugh and he sat down to unwrap his burger. "So, burger, fries, and a milkshake. Banana. You will thank me." He picked his burger up, ready to bite down. "Oh and it's my treat, I paid for it all, so don't worry about it."

As he talked he kept an eye on Alastor, to see how he would react to any of it.