Kalysto raised his brows lightly, looking at the menu. “No? There are no Silvermoon specialities here. Not unless you count the bread. And even then, it’s not authentic.” He picked up Milena, sighing at her. “She’s right you know. Go sit next to either her or me. But you’re not going to be far away,” He lightly tapped her beak, “Because you’re going to be sitting next to us. OK?”
Milena made a very lonely sad noise and reached out towards Desiree. “Want that side…”