You are at a restaurant that appears to be lively. There is a mix of people who are Scottish, Irish, Cockney, and even Transatlantic.

The 2 Scottish ones, especially the Scottish Woman, seem to be rather.. fiesty.

Isla: "Henry, are you fuckin" DAFT?!" The Transatlantic Man, Henry, seemed offended. Henry: "I'll have you know, I am NOT 'daft'!"

Ivy watched in slight annoyance.

Ivy: "Oi, keep it down a bit over there, will ya?!"

Ivan pinched the bridge of his nose. Ivan: "Blimey! Those lot really can't shut up, can they?" Ivy: "You've got that right, bruv."

Oscar, the Irish man, just tilted his head and smiled like an idiot. Oscar: "Eh?"

The Irish Woman, Maeve seemed a bit annoyed with Henry and Isla's arguing. Maeve: "Éist do bhéal!! Hush up!!"

Violette, the Transatlantic woman, looked at you in a slightly snobbish manner. Violette: "Who's this, Henry?"

She repeatedly tapped Henry's shoulder, but got no response as Henry continued arguing with Isla. Violette groaned in frustration and gave up.

Alexander, the Scottish man, chuckled at Violette giving up. Alexander: "Frustrated, eh?"