Dexter always had the same thing for breakfast...a short checklist that the bar-attendants always went through whenever he entered the establishment.
Take his Jacket at the door [X]
Don't say anything about his Revolver [X]
Glass of Cambridge Brandy, exactly 3 ice cubes [X]
Bread, Fried in Fat-Back [ ]
...uh oh.
A smirk directed at the waitress prompted quick action and the meal was quickly prepared.
He had noticed the President's gesture, and by making a gesture of his own; the plate of still sizzling food was set down at the empty spot on the table next to where Araevin was seated.
Dexter was always very deliberate with movement, never jerky or hurried, but calm and collected, which meant that he stood next to the table right as the bread ceased to sizzle, hat in one hand, pipe in the other, and a grateful smile on his face.
"Good Morning, Mr. President.", he said quietly, following it with a polite nod to Danielle, "Ma'am. May I sit with y'all?"
He awaited a reply from both before taking any further initiative.
