Mizuki greets him with a short wave, luckily having gotten over the instinct to bow in greeting. Looking at the menu over Hinata's hand, she runs her finger across the words sprawled across in curly handwriting.
"We'll have the pancakes and waffles, please. A plate of the mixed vegetable rice balls would be great too," she orders efficiently, eyes tracking the page to make sure she's not sputtering food that's not on the menu.
Theodore nods once and peels the skin-tight white gloves on his hands, swiftly throwing them into a wooden bin on the counter, wiping them once against the clothes before swivelling to the back of the counter. Like it's a multi-step process he has done many times before, he motions for Hinata to return the menu to its original location. Even as they have no other reason to stand in their place, it goes as an unspoken agreement between Mizuki and Hinata to see how he prepares their breakfast in front of them.
