"If they make it, that would be great." I lead him over to the door and let us get seated, although he doesn't seem to want to let go of my long enough to sit. We finally compromise by sliding into the same side of a booth, and I scan the menu for anything Elvish.

Success! I order something light-seeming but utterly satisfying along with miruvor, and settle back to wait, resting my head lightly on Arthur's shoulder. "Are you going to be all right?"