There was nothing audible or visible, but the waitress felt a buzzing sensation from Char’s hand that travelled up her arm to her core. Just like that she looked a little less tired. “You should be able to get through the evening a little easier,” Char said, keeping her voice at a low, masculine rasp to keep up appearances.

“And yes, we would like food. For me, whatever is filling and costs the least. I’m not particularly picky.”

“Well, sirs, I’m happy to put your meals on the house tonight,” said the waitress. “A thank you for whatever magic that was.”

Char turned her attention back to Amal. "You look like you have something to say."