Endeca stares blankly at the menu, her mouth open in what seems to be mild astonishment. Finally, her face settles into a pretty pout.
"They still don't have icegrip," the elf whines under her breath, but her frown is quickly replaced by a smile.
"I think I want chicken," she muses aloud, "but I'm not entirely sure. I'm thinking chicken, though..."
Finally she shrugs and says she'll have whatever Sebek is having before propping her elbows up on the table and resting her chin on her hands.
"I'm tired..."