-- "Wow, this is the best thing I've eaten in Clematis. Even better than that apple pie. What about you, friends? Linderia, my dear, take a mushroom! Eat up, we've all had tough days. Or is this menu not to your liking?"
-- "This is so good, nothing beats meat after a workout, and Lady Balsamina is so polite and beautiful! Oh, Lady Balsamina, I was just talking about you. I hope I'm not bothering you too much? My compliments to your fair beauty might sometimes be a bit too forward, I'm afraid, but you deserve them."
Mirastir, of course, didn't forget to notice how fit their waitress was (a check of her observation skills regarding her approximate strength and stamina level, if possible, but without staring at her specifically, especially not where it shouldn't be. He only glanced at her shoulders and arms, discreetly and within the bounds of decency, because upsetting or distressing a fair-haired person is a terrible crime for a gladiator, and he would never do that).
-- "And could you tell me, how does your menu change? Is it unique every day of the week, or every month, or do you not repeat anything at all?!"