Two waiters approached. Schiller glanced at the one facing him. The waiter in white gloves showed Schiller the menu in his hand. After giving it a cursory look, Schiller signaled with his eyes for the waiter to go to the other side.
The two waiters switched places. Jason could not understand why they had to rearrange themselves like that, so Harley lowered her voice and told him, "The British were the ones who first landed in Gotham, so we follow the rules from back then. When two people dine together, one orders the food and the other orders the wine."
"What if they order something the other person doesn't like?"
"Of course they ask whether the other person likes it. But usually no one says they don't. The point of coming to a restaurant like this isn't to eat."
"What a pain."
"There's something even more ridiculous. Take a peek at the menu."
Harley and Jason sat facing each other on the inner side, while Schiller and Pamela sat on the outer side. Harley made a face at Jason. Her words had piqued his curiosity, so he subtly leaned toward Pamela and glanced at the menu in her hand.
Jason's eyes went wide in an instant. A gasp had already risen to his lips, but remembering the occasion, he forced it back down.
The swallowed breath caught in Jason's throat, making him cough hard several times until his face turned red. Schiller looked up from the wine list and asked Jason, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I just... I just choked."
"Then drink your water more slowly."
"Yes, Professor."
The other two were studying their menus intently. Jason leaned forward and whispered in the lowest voice possible, "Are these prices for real?"
"When you were at Wayne Manor, didn't