"Oh well in those situations it's easy to tell really, I mean who wouldn't agree that a place is better off without slavers about?" Molly mused, twiddling one of the rings he wore as he was skimming the menu. "It's the smaller situations where one can't quite be too certain. Just rolling into a town for a day or so and on again, hard to tell one way or the other, maybe a little harder to make that betterment without such an obvious thing needing fixing. Gotta trust in the little things then."

He considered the description, tilting his head with a hum. "Don't know that I have, most of my meals tended to be out of dive bars and such, or on the road. Stews and the like typically. It sounds delicious though, I'll have to try it sometime. And honestly I think if our world didn't have chocolate, Jester would be so very distraught as much as she adores her sweets and baked goods."

Molly has little to no clue what any of this is, but decides to give the soup a try, picking a crepe which he again barely knows how to pronounce off the menu but it has salmon and spinach and he's fairly certain he likes those things so this should be fine! A roll of his own as well, because goodness but the baked goods are tempting him with that wonderful scent.