[they get one more shot when they're not monsters, to maybe not menace the wait staff. viktor will make more of an effort, probably. then again he's not planning on asking any of the wait staff anymore prying questions since they're probably just living their lives in hell town.]

He has likely lived here his whole life, surely he could know something. [but alas. he goes for a piece of the fish, a breath of amusement at pal's assessment of one mushroom.] Worth the price edible?

[a bite. he sits back, not particularly impressed but at least aware it's pretty well cooked, he guesses?] Well, it's less alarming looking than some of the fish you can get at the docks. I suppose that's the draw.