[Firo smiles back at him, absolutely no trace of modesty.]

Isn't it? Sena--that's the lady out front--has run this place for years.

[He sashays over to an empty booth and stands by it until Ivan takes a seat.]

It's on me, so get whatever you want.

[...There's no menu, though, and Firo isn't making a move to get him one. Having eaten here more or less every day for more than a decade, Firo's kind of forgotten about the need for such things.]