"W-w-what is this?" Hildebeest looked at the menu with a bewildered stare then turned to the server who stood patiently waiting for their order. "C-c-celts can't r-r-read, you know."

"Can't read?" the waiter sniffed. "Oh, very well," he sighed and recited the entire menu from memory.

"I d-d-don't know if I like any of those," Hildebeest said. "W-w-what if I order something and I d-d-don't like it?"

"We'll take it back to the kitchen and get you something else."

"Do we have to pay for it if we don't like it?" said Everyman, clutching his sack of coins.

"No sir, we like our patrons to be satisfied here. Now would you care to place an order?"

"I think we'll each have a bowl of Kathh and thit for a moment firtht," Everyman looked slyly at his mother.

"Very good, sir."