Frita smiled. "Trust me, this is the best restaurant in Kalos, and for good reason!" She opened the door, the bell on it chiming lightly. The waiter immediately took them to a table on the terrace, where the two couples took their seats. Frita and Steven sat on one side of the table and Jethro and his girlfriend Felicia sat on the other. Frita could see the similarities between Felicia and her cousin Flannery.
Frita liked Flannery, but also despised her at the same time because they were often mistaken to be the same person. She tried her best not to scowl at the thought. Neither she nor Flannery had given an inch when it had been suggested that they change their looks. They were equally stubborn and frankly had similar personalities to boot.
After a few minutes, a well dressed man stopped at their table. He was holding a chef's hat and was dressed in the well fitting white and blue apron and button up clothing of a Kalosian Master Chef. Set in the golden metal of his ascot clasp was a keystone. It glinted brightly in the sun coming through the large windows.
His eyes were sharp, but happy and a smile graced his lips. His blonde hair poofed around his head in soft locks. "It's a pleasure to see you in my restaurant again." He bowed, and kissed the back of Frita's hand. He turned to Felicia and Jethro next. "My name is Siebold, and I am both the chef and owner of this restaurant, and a member of the Kalos Elite Four." He bowed again and kissed the back of Felicia's hand as he had done with Frita.
Frita shook her head. "You don't have to be so formal, Sebby." One of Siebold's eyebrows twitched slightly at the use of his given nickname. "Be that as it may, I'm a gentleman, and I'm also on the clock right now. You'll forgive me if I greet my customers in a proper and polite Kalosian manner." He placed four menus on the table and asked the two couples what they wanted to drink. Frita took the liberty of ordering them both a pitcher of water and a round of Kalosian sodas, well except for Steven. He had such a heavy aversion to anything sweet that Frita didn't even bother wasting the money on him. Not that it mattered, he was paying anyway.
After Siebold brought them their drinks, he took their food orders and gave them a time estimate on when they would be done. He was exceptionally meticulous and a bit of a perfectionist, especially when it came to his cooking. Not to mention the artistic beauty he added to each dish to suit the specific customer eating it. They were in for quite a wait. While they were waiting for their food, they made small talk. Frita smiled at Jethro and Felicia. "Hey did I ever tell you about…"