"I'm not even gonna bother to point out the irony of what you just said," Bro said, probably just loud enough for Dirk to hear before he disappeared into the restaurant. Bro followed a second later, smirking as he heard Dirk talking to the hostess. "Slow your roll, dude, jesus christ. You'll have to excuse the little one, I think he's had like... Twelve sodas within the last hour or something."

Nonetheless, he followed her and the two of them were seated at a booth towards the back of the restaurant; presumably to keep the soda-high child away from most of the other patrons. "So it probably goes without saying, but order anything," he said, picking up a menu himself.