Clark chuckles softly, because while it's not quite that bad (he's lost a little weight being away from a home cooked meal every night) he would be more comfortable with a bit of extra breathing room.

The waitress arrives after a moment and leads them to a table, only to roll her eyes but silently acquiesce when Clark requests a table more out of the way.

When he and Eirene are re-seated he frowns looking at the menu. "I don't think our waitress likes me very much."