Samsul only let out a small embarrassed "Oh." as Anastasia told him that he had already asked that question before. He sat down at his regular seat and waited patiently for Eric to arrive. Hopefully the old man remembered what he was supposed to do, and if he did, then everything would go perfectly. He smiled at Anastasia as he began to explain what he and Eric had cooked for them. "Well. I shouldn't let anything out until you actually see it but we prepared som-" He was interrupted by Eric as he came through the door with a smile on his face as he looked at Anastasia. "Anastasia!" He called out as he neared the two of them. "It's been so long since I've seen you! I thought you would arrive a few days from now?" He sighed as he looked at her. "Perhaps my old memory is finally starting to fail me. That would explain why Samsul went through so much trouble to make you a wonderful dinner tonight, though." He smiled at them and looked out through one of the windows. After a moment of silence, he looked back at Anastasia and glanced at Samsul. "Might I ask why you're eating in here, though? It's much too nice of a night to eat inside. How about you two head to the balcony and I'll have some of the other chefs bring the food there! Off you go now!" He immediately started to shoo the two away, and even with a little protest from Samsul, Eric refused to allow them to stay inside with such a beautiful night. After some bickering, with the elder chef, Samsul sighed and looked at Anastasia. "We should just go and listen to him. It seems that he won't allow for us to even eat inside."