"Ahhh, here we go", Lucilla says and slips on a bench that was just emptied. Along came Resi, collecting the steins and wiping the table, this time offering a less frank view over her decoratives.
"Wos soi Ee Eana bringa?"
"Pardon me?"
"Uppasatti!" Resi slaps her lips. "Pardon me, I sometimes forget, I'm in a foreign country now. What would you like to have for lunch?"
"Where are you from?"
"Bavaria - the lands south of the Danube, on foot of the Alpes."
"By Jove! Raetians! Vindelicians! Rauracians! Reica, let's run!"
"Don't worry, lady." Resi gently, but determinedly pushes Lucilla back onto her seat. "I think I'll get you two goats milk and some roasted porc, and you'll be fine."