[Look, he very much understands the concept that no price on the menu does not mean it's free, but he lets her explain anyway with a little smirk on his face because she so clearly wants to inform him how the well-off world works. Anyway, that shit about some kind of fix menu is news to him. Weird as fuck.

"Bottle of the red" cool, whatever, maybe it'll be good. He eyes the waiter like it's some kind of power move to do so, asserting dominance by leaning back in his seat with his elbows over the back.]

Actually, I'm gonna do your light rum. No ice or whatever, just gimme a glass.

[And as the waiter nods and trots off, Johnnie snorts and looks over the food menu again.]

Okay, what the hell are capers? But those smoked clams sound good. Or "oysters diablo"? Spicy, I guess.

[Honestly, the appetizers sound the most fun. Just give him some straight seafood, none of this extra vegetable bullshit.]