"Oh yeah?" Vincent picks up the flower and flicks it at Irahl, "Pretty sure there wasn't a flower in it when you were drinkin' it a second ago, asshole--"

"Hello--" the same waiter from before cuts in, beginning to set food down on the table, "Is everything all right over here?"

The waiter could mean the food, but it's more likely they mean the obvious annoyance and probably the fact that one of them just threw a flower at the other one.

"Yeah, s'fine." Vincent frowns, crossing his arms. And belatedly says, "Sorry."

"Not to worry, sir. Breakfast will help with that." The waiter smiles at their little brunch joke and gestures at the steaming plate of eggs, sausage, cactus, and cheese that's been put in front of Irahl, "A dark-smoked omelet for you, sir..."

And then towards the bowl in front of Vincent, filled with what looks like a mix of beans, cactus paddles, peppers, and a couple of poached eggs, "And for you we have the succulent skillet. Please enjoy."

They scurry away again, to leave the couple to their brunch experience.