[Silver rouses at the familiar voice, blinking blearily up at his housewarden as the waitress steps away. he doesn't know what's going on, but hopes he hasn't been out for too long. when he speaks, the heavy roll of sleep still sticks to his tone, and he pushes himself up properly.]

Housewarden--ah. Malleus. We would never leave you behind. [sleepy or not, he says that with enough emphasis.]

Mm. I'm sure he'll arrive sooner or later, since I'm here too. I can't imagine he'll stay away long, given how he is. [a beat.] ... What did you order us?