[He flinches as he's fucking called Geppie and he looks up at Sampo, and his hand clenches around the menu, and his mouth opens to say something sharp, but-

By Qlipoth (for what little that means, for all the oaths he had to forsake for the sake of his daughter), they're in public, he can't pick a fight over Geppie. As much as he wants to. These people know him, kind of. He's a regular. His hand relaxes. Nothing just happened.]

If you don't give me at least some idea of what you like, I'm ordering you one black coffee and you can watch me eat, Koski.