Oh, good.
For a few moments, he'd been worried they were going to talk about... eating. The notion thoroughly revolted him. It had been decades since he'd done so, and the last solid thing he'd swallowed had been trying pills before he'd learned he'd have to take them... indirectly.
Cozette gave a definitive nod at each order, then swayed off to procure the drinks. They'd looked, so she swayed.
There was the faintest hint of a curious smile from Asa at Harold's order. He was entirely familiar with the drink, having ordered one a few nights ago. A refined drink, to be sure, but one he generally associated with the fairer sex. Much like a BMW 3-series -- it just seemed out of place with a man. He would have even bet that Harold would have ordered as Redfill did. Being surprised was interesting.
He managed to keep a straight face when Michael asked Harold if he'd been to the parks. It was the first time he'd interacted with the man at length, so he wasn't sure if he had a sublime sense of humor or if it were an innocent question. Granted, the physical limitations Harold's appearance suggested at didn't necessarily apply to his undead state -- but they did suggest a sedentary lifestyle in life that had probably not changed in death. It was his experience that immortality tended to expand one's interests, rather than reverse them.
Asa gave the smallest of shakes of his head, a polite decline of the suggestion of sampling. Other than that, he was content to listen to the men speak, clearly attentive and interested in their conversation.