He beams and teleports them to a side entrance of the restaurant where he knocks on the door. "I didn't want people bothering you for stuff and it's not fun to have to teleport us away in the middle of dinner so the owner was nice enough to get us a private corner after I helped him out," he explains.
The owner does soon come to the door and they get led to a table that's private enough so that nobody will be staring but the lively atmosphere of the place can still be felt and heard. "You said you liked meat stuff so I thought..." He rubs the back of his head hoping he did something right at least.
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