@Blindside: "I don't like waiting." Jardsam said as the waitress made her way. "Simple matter of moving a few numbers around the decimal point."
"One of the benefits of the office, actually." Jardsam said, dipping an onion ring into a red dip. "Try the squid and peanut better dip, it gives the same sensation as being molested by tentacles." He laughed. "Only a true culinary genius could come up with something that tastes so foul."
John clasped his fingers together. "Interesting..." He smiled. He reached out a hand, and reaching carefully, he picked up an onion ring. Resting his walking stick on the seat, he gripped one of the dips with a shaking hand. Using merely his sense of touch, he guided the onion ring to the dip and then put it in his mouth, biting down. "Quite right." He lowered the dip back to the table and placed the onion ring back on its plate. "So you have some...talents, I take it? As most people here do?"