Renegotiation
Even dressed more 'casually' than any of the patrons on the upper floors, it appeared the staff recognized Sarel and the service was fast.
Defi raised his theory of Sarel owning the place higher by a few points in estimation.
The private room Sarel entered was large, light and airy in décor. It looked like a room for a large party. There were two tables, one within the confines of the room and one on the pavilion attached to the room.
"There is a balcony?" Vesia trotted toward the space that was open on three sides. The sight appeared to have restored the natural cheerfulness suppressed by unexpectedly being in the company of her ultimate superior.
"Most of the private rooms here have one," Sarel followed the excited clerk. "This is one of the better views."