[See, walk nicely with him, Geppie, so that the server who knows you so well can give you strange looks about the blue-haired nuisance with you, walking too close to be acquaintances. And, really, after all the hours that Gepard spent chasing him and gathering evidence and putting said evidence on a cork board like he was trying to solve a murder mystery, could they really be called acquaintances?]

[Sampo smiles at the server when they’re seated, thanks her politely when he’s handed a menu. Just like a regular, upstanding citizen! That’s him, Sampo Koski, pillar of the community. A normal businessman here to do businessman things, legally.]

My, there’s a lot more on the menu these days! [With Belobog back on the galactic map, offworld imports are possible again. The people of this fine city are no longer constructed to dairy and rye based diets.] I don’t know what’s good anymore. Why don’t you order for me, Geppie?

[You know, like how normal people order for their friends.]