The reaction at table seven was immediate and completely silent.
The guests looked at Dio, then at one another, their eyes moving quickly in the way people speak without words. A woman in a gold dress shifted her chair slightly to the left without seeming to realize she had done it. A man in a gray suit checked his phone. Another woman gave Dio the tight, closed smile people use when they do not know what expression they are supposed to wear.
Dio unfolded his napkin and laid it carefully across his lap. He looked at the food on the table.
Across the room, Baron watched everything.
Tico was already laughing softly to himself.
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