Rose also ordered the stew, because it was what inspired them all break from their usual coffeeshop routine, and visit the Irish restaurant again. Anyway, she was hoping it would taste like home, although she couldn't help shake her head when Eric called it the best stew in the village, because she knew in her soul it couldn't come close to the stew she had back home. Technically it wasn't part of the village, though, so she let it slide.
Daizi, meanwhile, had to have the waitress read the menu to her, because they didn't have an accessible option. She decided--because she felt like being a contrarian, it would seem--on having a reuben, and for once didn't ask for anything strange to go with it. It wasn't technically 'traditionally' Irish, but Rose wasn't the type to point it out. Half of the menu wasn't traditional, but that was true even of Irish restaurants in Ireland.
When the waitress was gone, Daizi turned to Damien and said, "Well, they don't react cognitively, obviously. I'm anthropomorphizing to say she has opinions, but she can hear fairly well, now, like the storm last week kept startling her, and of course she knows my voice, and she's begun to recognize my husband's, so I think she might hear the different tones in his voice when he reads the princess' lines... Or she might just be responding to my mood, which is also something she's known to do, I guess, she doesn't move if I'm crying but kicks like crazy when I'm laughing, but you know she's," Daizi cracked a smile and glanced away, somewhat embarrassed by how emphatic her maternal love was, especially considering how hard she tried to not get attached, due to her numerous losses, "she can sense all sorts of things, now, actually. She can taste what I eat, and sometimes it gives her hiccups, and just this week she opened her eyes for the first time, so now if you shine a flashlight over where she is, she'll wiggle away, and she's got fingerprints, and Dark says she was sucking her thumb at her last ultrasound, and the doctor says she smiles, but they can't show it on a 2d ultrasound."
Daizi shrugged, and rubbed her belly, but then froze, and all she could hear was shattering glass. Her skin felt damp, as though she was splashed, and then, at the tail end of it, she smelled blood. She sat there and stewed in it, until it faded enough for her to awkwardly stand up and say, "Hey, ah, Eric, Damien, the waitress seemed a bit... shakey. I'm going to stand a bit to the side... I think you both should, too, since you're at the end of the booth. Especially," she paused, and breathed to shake out the remaining fog in her head, "especially you, Damien. We can, ah, talk about w-work study, or something. My husband has connections." She couldn't see Damien check his wallet, but she knew he was a student, knew he didn't have parents, and could interpret enough from Eric's tone of voice to figure he wasn't especially well-off, and anyway she needed an excuse to get them away from the table, and it wasn't like she could say, "I saw the future, and the waitress is going to drop our drinks on your head, Damien, and the broken glass will cut you--I don't know how seriously--and the drinks will splash onto myself and Eric, and we may also be cut by the glass," because who would believe her? And it wasn't like she was lying, her husband was looking to get an assistant at the moment, and was doing so through the work-study program.