Allie Malloy
Allie had a small tablet on her, like one of those old-fashioned notepads but in digital form as she took down the order with a holographic stylus.
"Alright, den. One pale ale draft, one iresh stew, and sahme crahquettes. Lahvely," she said after she was done, flashing a friendly smile to the both of them. "It shooehldn't take lahng."
With that, the Clone hit send to the kitchen and trotted off to attend to another table, leaving the two to talk again.
Ivan Ortiz
"Hey, I was hoping a little more than just a pale ale, really," he said as he shifted in his seat with his hand on his stomach momentarily, wondering if that was supposed to be some commentary on his weight. He wasn't overweight, at least he'd like to think so. Admittedly, his girlfriend did say something that he was eating out a lot.
"Those baskets do good work, I'll have you know," he said as he tapped a finger on the table. "When I drop by the hospital or people's homes with a get-well basket when I'm doing my cases, it lights a big smile on people's faces. You should really consider it sometime."
He reached over to the side for some bundles of utensils and napkins they kept on the side. The utensils were metal, at least. He offered one for Jane before getting one for himself. "Well, don't have too much fun doing what you're doing. The people must be pretty and the food's good, I bet. Maybe if you do well enough, you could consider becoming the next major of New Angeles. Before all of that, I'm sure you'd like to earn your cheques."