He's in the middle of squinting at the runes and trying to remember the meanings of one of them, and mentally grumbling about it because this would be way easier in Latin, when the waitress breaks his concentration. Following Marlow's lead, he puts on the more airy version of his excited smile and nods where appropriate.
"Oreo," he pipes up during his cue. Because it was on the menu and those were hard to find for some reason. At least every place he'd been to.
At the mention of a party, Martin lets Marlow deal with the invitation. On one hand, this place was odd and runes along with staring locals would set off warning bells for any normal person. But on the other hand..they weren't normal and they were looking for demons. And weird things were always a good sign in demon hunting.
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