"Indeed it is! The Mighty Nein, adventuring band extraordinaire!" Molly enthused lightly with a showy wave of his hand, ever so slightly tempered with the idea of being inside and in a more enclosed space in mind. Inside voices and flamboyance!

It might be a fabrication, but the clear delight from Aziraphale meant that the lie was definitely preferable in Molly's mind. The real story might be interesting, mysteries always were but they also touched on things that weren't nearly so fanciful and cheerful as the idea of a mischievous serpent turning a mirror into the moon.

Where the angel sat perfectly prim, the tiefling slouched with a languid air of comfortable lounging, accepting the menu with a warm murmur of appreciation to the waiter complete with a smile before he was skimming the options. He had no idea what some of this was- the descriptions were self-explanatory in a lot of them so he could suss out the idea of them and was honestly a bit intrigued to try this new sort of food out.

"A scoundrel of the highest order I'm sure," The tiefling hummed, with a soft mou as if considering if he was sitting across from such a person. "But no. Not you, while I'm sure you've got your own brand of fun tucked under that bowtie of yours, you hardly seem the sort to be that manner of ne're-do-well."