While Michi received help from the waitress with her order, Raizen leaned against the table with his head against the backs of his hands. It seemed she was keen on the same drink he'd chosen, as well as the appetizer. When the waitress dismissed herself, Raizen gave a curt nod of his head. He then returned his gaze to Michi, who wondered about the friendliness of these servers. "Not in my experience. From what I've seen, some humans hate their jobs, and they occasionally project that hatred while working. This one is an exceptional case, as far as I know. Oh, look!" His clause shifted as he glanced at the menu, finding exactly the food item he'd mentioned upon coming to this place. "They do have shumai. By the way, a cocktail is an alcoholic beverage in the human world, if you didn't know."