Tittering. Mr. Fell was tittering. Not with a barely suppressed laugh but verbally, just saying anything that seemed to come to mind. Anthony watched the display with wry amusement as he kicked down the stand and worked at freeing himself from his helmet. He had never seen anyone carry on quite like that before and oddly enough it seemed to stir some sort of barely remembered feeling. He couldn't put a name on the emotion but it was endearing watching the stuffy little fellow figuratively letting his hair down. He looked so happy, almost glowing... Anthony might even have called it cute so long as no one was around to hear it.

Anthony's helmet was strapped down to the seat and as soon as Mr. Fell's was removed it joined it's partner on the bike. Mr. Fell was right. The small establishment did look quaint. It was one of those hidden gems, a small business tucked away in a very narrow space which some one had managed to turn into something special through their ingenuity and skill.

"Outdoor seating work for you?"

He smiled as he took up one of the outdoor chairs and reached for one of the menus conveniently placed in the center of the table for walk ins. He had suggested crepes and there were two sorts to chose from, the more savory lunch variety or there was the sweet dessert version. It proved more difficult to chose between them than he had anticipated but he did feel he ought to order before, potentially, making things awkward between he and Mr. Fell again.

"I think... I'll go with the Scottish Smoked Salmon Crepe and a Cappuccino. It's been a while since I've been home and that feels nostalgic."