Aurora chuckles a little, embarrassed. “Hehe.. I knew that. Just the two- actually could I make that a box to go? Sorry,” Aurora gives Shelby an apologetic smile as the waitress takes the order. 

Caitrian sighs and gives a pointed glance to the male werewolf. She’d known that she was to supervise a newly turned werewolf, and she’d seen the relatively fresh bite on his arm. Where she’s positioned, it would be to his back. Then she spreads her bite-less arms as if to say [i]I was born this way[/i].