“All right, in that case, I’ll have a glass of this white to go with the appetizer.” I pointed it out.
“Would you like to order your entrees now?”
“Quinn?”
I helped myself to a scallop and studied the menu. “The rack of lamb looks good. I’ll have that with twice-baked potatoes and grilled asparagus. And I’ll have a glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon with the entree.”
“Very nice choice, sir.” Sean wrote it down. “Spike?”
“I’ll have my usual, Sean,” Val said.
Sean continued writing. “Prime rib medium rare and baked potato loaded.”
“And asparagus,” Paul added.
“Ah, Paul…” Val grumbled.
“Asparagus. You need your greens.”
Val continued to grumble. “My pee is going to…”
Paul took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “But you’ll eat it for me.”
Val’s lower lip thrust out, but there was laughter in his eyes. “You know I will.”
Sean cleared his throat, and Paul smiled at him. “I’ll have the wood-grilled salmon and the bleu cheese wedge salad.”