"Sounds like the way to do it." She replied, though she gave him a wink a moment later, clicking her tongue against the side of her teeth, knocking once on the counter, "I'll get that right up to you, have a seat."

She hummed to herself as she went about dishing up the stew from a hot pot behind the counter, and the biscuit and the cornbread were both warm, the honey butter served to the side so that it could be applied to personal preference.

Everything was delivered to his chosen table within short order, because quick service was something Viv prided herself on as much as she did good food.